I felt very confused

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when the man moved his seat and sat next to me in the cinema. I read a post a short while ago that stirred a long forgotten memory of what happend to me as a child of five or six years old. My mother was either too trusting of very careless with her daughters. Perhaps a bit of both. I used to go to the cinema every Saturday morning with my elder sister who was 5 years older than me. I have another sister who was 10- years older than me. This particular Saturday, for some forgotten reason my sister could not come with me. So, without asking my mother, I just took off and got on the bus that would take me to the cinema. I paid my fare and went in and sat at the front of the cinema with the other children, ready to enjoy myself. This was about 55 years ago and there was a big sing song for all the children before we sat down to watch the latest episode of Roy Rogers. We would cheer the cowboys on and boo the Indians. I am sorry to be politically incorrect with my words but I am just describing how it was back then, all those years ago. I remember feeling nervous and turned around to see a man smiling at me. He quickly changed seats and then sat beside me. I knew something was wrong but didn't know what to do. I was just an little innocent baby who had never heard of the word 'child molester'. He then touched my thigh and kept smiling at me and squeezing my thigh. I can see his face quite clearly now and could describe him very accurately. Without knowing why, I then became scared. I was a quiet, shy little girl and from my old photos, also very pretty with long thick almost black hair and big brown eyes. I then got up quickly and ran from the cinema. A lady asked me what was wrong and then I told her that I did not know which bus to take back home. She took me across the road and put me on the correct bus. I entered my home from the back entrance into the back garden. I stood there alone. I can see the string beans patch and the tomato plants right now and the washing drying on a clothes line. I was incredibly sad. My mother came into the garden a few minutes later. My sadness increased. Do you know why I was sad? It was because no one missed me. They did not notice that I was not at home. Have you ever read a post that stirred up a long forgotten memory?