By Barbara De Witte
I am about 10 years old. Mum took us with her to see her best friend who owns a little library in the big City. While the ladies are cheerfully chatting, I’m trying to kill time strolling around the shop while exploring some magazines. Suddenly I notice my oldest sister in a corner of the shop, waving with a magazine and whispering for my other sister and myself to come closer. I shuffle toward her, curious but vigilant and unexpectedly there we are, my sisters (about 11 and 12) and I, gazing at a particularly, unusual kind of magazine. The kind of magazine I have been avoiding ever since. The image I got to see is still burned into my memory. A young, blond woman with a typical 80’s haircut totally naked except for a mini bikini-top with US flag print, barely covering her nipples. Besides her funny hair, she looks gorgeous. Perfect body with too perfect boobs. The woman stares into the camera, showing off her best, fake smile. She stands straight on her feet, her legs spread wide open. In front of her, a man is kneeling, looking at her, smiling as well. His fist disappears in between her legs. At that exact moment, I know I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see. Something only adults are supposed to see. For a while, I secretly hope I’ll never grow older. This doesn’t feels right. This can’t be true. Nobody ever prepared me for this. I understand very well what this is but I never imagined it that way before. Mum had lost us out of sight just for a while. It happens. I was too young but eventually, this would have happen.
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