Tenth floor CBS building. I was eight years old when that incident happened to me in the apartment building where we live. An incident that gave me trauma that I have carried until now. Only few knew about my condition. I remember when I was trapped inside the elevator for 15 minutes and the building was on fire. It is still vivid in my memory about what happened on that day in that building. I saw a man who was very friendly to me. I was still a young girl and I easily trusted that man. He grabbed something from his right pocket. He put his hand slowly. The man kept on looking at me and he always made a funny face and made some jokes like a joker to make me laugh. He gave me presents and candy. He was okay at first, but as I spent more time with him, he tried to touch me slowly. His hands
