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I was playing in the yard when I was called to the matron's bedroom. She told me to report to the nursery across the circle (a grassy area in the center of the orphanage grounds).

I immediately walked over to the nursery and was told to go into one of the playrooms on the left side of the hallway. I did as instructed. Several minutes later, this dark-haired woman came in and told me that she wanted to talk with me, that she wanted to give me a written test. I sat down on a little chair and she sat down in front of me, about 10 feet or so away. She asked my name and age. I believe I told her I was 7. She asked me a little about this and then a little about that. Then she started to say things she thought would make me laugh. I guess she was trying to make me feel comfortable.

Then she got up, walked behind me and began rubbing my shoulders and neck. Right unexpectedly she said, "Do you know the difference between a boy and a girl?"

I did not say a word. I just sat there very quiet like. She then walked around in front of me and stood there for a minute or so. She was looking and staring at me with a smile on her face. Then she told me to stand up and take my shirt off. I slowly got up and began to remove my shirt. She took the shirt, wiped it across my face and then laughed.

"Isn't that better?" she said.

Still, I just stood there real quiet and scared, and she went back to her chair and sat down. Again, I stood there too scared to do or say anything. She bent forward in her chair, looked at me and asked, "What is the difference between a girl and a boy?"

"I don't know."

"Are you sure you don't know?"

I stood there shaking my head, “No.”

She got off her chair and walked toward me. She stopped about two feet in front of me and said, "I want you to take off your pants."

I stood there like a dummy not knowing what to do. I started crying as she started to unbuckle my belt. I quickly sat down in my chair and cried even harder. She bent down and said everything was going to be all right. She raised me up by the arms and stood me to my feet. Then she pulled my belt off while looking at me. She slowly raised the belt into the air and said, "I will ask you again.”

"What is the difference between a girl and a boy?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" I yelled.

She grabbed me by the arm, shook me very hard and said, "You take those damn pants off young man. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I stood up and started to unbutton my pants, but I could not get the button to come loose, because I was shaking so badly. Then she grabbed me and pushed me backwards into the chair.

"Stand up!" she yelled.

Once again, I stood up and started to cry so hard I was shifting backwards and forwards gasping for air.

"I know you know the difference between a girl and a boy!"

She then took her finger and started poking me on the end of the nose.

"If you do not tell me the difference between a girl and a boy right now young man, I am going to make you take your pee-pee out in the dining room and show it to everyone. Do you understand that?"

I looked at her and she waved the belt at me. I started unbuttoning my pants and let them drop to the floor. She reached over and slid my underpants down around my ankles. She grabbed my penis and pulled it out straight, so it stretched outwards.

"What is this?" she said.

"I don't know, ma'am."

Then she pulled on my penis really hard and it hurt very badly. I will never forget that. I started to run for the door, but I tripped because my pants and underwear were down around my ankles. I reached down and half way pulled them up, and started running for the doorway again.

"You had better be in that dining room tonight, do you hear me?" she yelled.

I ran as fast as I could and hid in the bushes near the boys' building. I stayed in the bushes for two days without coming out. I slept under the Spring Park Elementary School at night, because the sand was warm under there. I only came out, because Bill Stroud found where I was hiding. He told the office where I was and I think he got a watermelon for turning me in.

I never liked the word "pee-pee" after that. Watermelon either.

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