Thoughts

 I was a young child maybe 4 years old. I was laying on the floor in my grandmother's living room. I think I might have been sleep.  "Grandpa" Rex had slipped his hand down my shorts. I can remember sliding away from him but his hand never came out. He was saying to relax grandpa would never hurt me he loved me.  I can honestly say at this point I don't recall what my thoughts or feelings were. 

I can visualize this as it it was an out of body experience. I was laying on the golden rug. Against the wall was a brown plaid sofa. My feet were by a golden wing back chair. To my left was a picture window. Gram had a a table in front of the window with a gone with the wind milk glass lamp.  Golden curtains hung from the top of the window. I scooted across the the floor.

I can see myself big eyed and sliding away on my back with him there. We got to the doorway. To the right was the door leading up stairs.  To the left was the hallway leading to the bedroom and dining room. Across from us was the kitchen doorway.  

In the living room corner by the hall was a plastic milk can with toys in it.

My body was at an angle here. I still was trying to scoot away. 

Then my mom was yelling. I felt as if I had been bad and was being scolded.  

That is all I remember about this.

I was taken to a therapist. I can remember being afraid and hiding under the furniture. 

Vague memories is all I have of this. 

I am thinking that I was embarrassed as well. But I am not sure.