This was the first p

This was the first piece i wrote when i started to get the flashbacks and memories. it was not the first time i was abused, that distinction was won by both my parents. but for some reason the very nature of this abuse, the humiliation, the degradation over shadowed me for many years. it was at a scout camp, we were locked down in our tents because of the rain. i can still smell the canvas, the dampness, the stale air, his breath. I find it very hard even to this day when it rains.