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When I was around 10 years old I went to one of my best friend's birthday party. Usually, when you are 10 you are naive and you just want to eat lots of sugar and play with your friends. That's how normal kids should act.My friend John was turning 10 and we had a big group of kids from the block where we lived that was at the party. You can say that it was around 12 to 14 kids, all very close friends. However, as it was his birthday party, he invited also some friends from school and some time during the party we ended up talking, me, my friend John and his friend from school named Alex.Everything was going well until Alex started putting me and John against each other. Until today I don't know what psychological tricks he used to do it, but he was so successful in putting 2 great friends against each other (we've been friends literally since we existed) that 10 minutes later, my friend and I were throwing punches at each other.We ended up in the ground fighting when John's father came furiously from across the room, grabbed John by his neck and slapped him in the face in front of everyone. I remember him screaming something about never doing it with a guest in your home (the fact that he was fighting with me).The party was over, I left, many other people left and I didn't speak with my friend for almost 2 months. His mother intervened, I explained what happened and she forbid her son to speak with Alex again. She told me that Alex had some problems and it was better to avoid him.Two years later I was playing soccer in the school when a friend introduced me to the new guy in the school who wanted to be in the soccer team. I immediately recognize him. It was Alex. We didn't talk much but he started making a lot of effort to befriend with us.We were in different classes, but sometimes during the break, he came to talk to us. As he didn't have many friends I decided to not avoid him much. One day a friend invited us to his home and among the other 5 people there it was Alex.We were twelve and my friend decided to show us his father;'s gun. As a curious 12 years old boy I went along. While he was showing us the gun (in fact it was a rifle) Alex took the rifle from his hands, loaded it, pointed to us and started saying things like “Start praying because you are all going to heaven today” and other crazy things like that. We were in shock and without reaction. Then he started laughing and said it was a joke.So, I decided to avoid him at all costs after that situation and after a few days, he noticed that I was avoiding him.One day, during the art class, a teacher's notebook came flying through the window inside the class. It was the art teacher's notebook that had been missing for a few days. The teacher got the book from the floor, looked pretty scared and left.30 minutes later I was called to the principal's office. He told me that the teacher's notebook (the one someone threw through the window) was filled with obscenities and that my grades and the grades of another student were all scratched.I understood what was happening. Alex was angry that we are not talking to him anymore so he stole my teacher's notebook and made everything to put the blame on us.So, I explained to the principal everything that happened, even the rifle episode. The principal called my other friend (whose grades were also scratched) and he confirmed everything. But not only that, he told many things that I did not know. That Alex had killed the cat of a girl in the school who had an argument with him and one case when he sent a threatening letter to another girl in the name of another student. In fact, apparently, Alex had a small collection of cat's paws that he showed to a few people at school.We were dismissed and later that day I saw Alex very angry in front of the principal's office with his mother and a police officer beside him.After that many other cases surfaced in the school that were linked to him. Luckily he was stopped before something worse happened3 weeks later the principal organized a meeting with me, another 11 students and our parents to explain the situation. Alex was not arrested but he was moving to another state to be on a program. ( i don't know what program but he said it was kind of a camp).He told us to inform him and the authorities if Alex tried to be in touch with any of us again.I never heard from him again, but it showed me that kids can be really evil. This guy had something really evil inside him. I remember that he always said that he was inspired by Norman Bates and only years later I found out who Norman Bates was. Alex brought trouble everywhere he went. He had a negative impact on the lives of everyone he met. It showed me that we need to be extremely careful with whom we let to come close to us and most of all, close to our kids.

My dad beat up the Principal (head master).The Principal of my elementary school (k-6) did something pretty shady. After rumors of a fourth grader having marijuana, he decided to set up a drug deal in the boys bathroom. He had two 5th grade boys ask if they could buy marijuana, while the Principal hid in a bathroom stall, in order to entrap a fourth grade child.The entire thing blew up in his face. The fourth grader was just talking big. He didn't have drugs. The fifth graders told their parents. The parent-teacher association found out and threatened to ban him from working with children ever again.My mom was a ring leader in attempts to strip this man of his livelihood. In retaliation, he shredded the school records of my three siblings and I. He then threatened to have us forcibly removed from school. My mom called my dad, who'd already had a terrible day at work.I remember sitting in the cafeteria with my red Tupperware lunch box. My dad was called “Superman” by my classmates, because he looked like the 1980’s Clark Kent with blue eyes and black hair. I heard kids chattering…” Superman is here, Superman is here”… I look up and see my dad poking the Principal in the chest. They take it outside. Cafeteria doors slam shut, and the lunch ladies start blowing whistles telling us to sit down and shut up.No one called me to the office. No one called me home early. I had no idea what was going on. My parents did not discuss adult matters in front of us. My mom picked us up at school that day and told us we were going to a new school on Monday.That afternoon, when the neighborhood kids all came out to play, the big excitement was that my dad beat up the Principal. All my dad had to say was “whether I did it or not, I can tell you he deserved it”.

My first child, my son, came home from 1st grade before even ONE week had passed and said “Mom, so you know about sex?”I was floundered! I’d been teaching him about his body, but not about sex yet. For him to ask this hit me wrong.I answered yes, why, what happened? He proceeded to tell me that a man had gone on the playground and had sex with a 5th-grade girl right there. There were no teachers watching the kids in those days (some 30 years ago), so things like this were happening. The Principal was new and was trying to make the school safe, but the fences had some openings where the kids could go out of the yard, or others come in without the school knowing.I had him detail everything and it was the complete sex act. So I called the school the next day and went to talk to the Principal and teacher. The girl and my son were removed from class and questioned carefully. Yes, it did happen. The Principal was angry and set up several parents or teachers to guard the playground, forced the school board to pay to seal the fences and leave one gate only to be keyed by the adult on the playground if they needed to evacuate. She made rules that anyone coming in the school would be escorted to the Office to sign in and out before seeing students or staff. But it was too late to help the child who got raped. (and raped it was, as she was underage. Didn’t matter if she said yes or no, the adult raped her. He was never found and she didn’t know who he was. Just a pedophile stranger passing by.)I took my son to the Pediatrician he had, who talked to him about the incident and helped put the right messages in his mind. I had really lucked out with this doctor way back then because child abuse support was in its very beginnings in the country. His red-bearded doc was trained in doing therapy on sexual abuse victims besides his doctoring, and my son loved him a lot, having known him since his premature birth.My son seemed to recover well after that, and we kept up the nature talks. He’s a fine man in his mid 30’s, with family and daughters. It just goes to show that talking honestly with your kids about their bodies at the right level at the right age has positive outcomes.