When I was 12 years old, I was walking down the street when I saw a group of three guys and a girl standing by the side of the street. As I walked past them, one of the guys suddenly just threw his arms over my shoulder and started saying things to me that I don’t even remember. What I do remember was telling him to “get his hands off of me” and hearing him and his friends laugh at my reaction – as if it was funny to make someone feel so uncomfortable and violated.
