When I was a very small child I had a recurring dream that lasted till I was about 9 years old. I was standing on the veranda with some daffodils in my hand when I saw a man coming towards me wheeling a wheelbarrow. The scene seemed normal until I looked up and saw a box on the veranda post with a white hand sticking out of it. It was terrifying. Even more terrifying was the man coming closer and closer to me to get me and put me in the wheelbarrow and cart me away. Worst of all I was stuck to the spot and couldn't move. That's when I woke up screaming.
Dad had two workers on the farm Jack and Tom. Tom was serious and didn't have much to say to us kids but Jack was funny and would play games with us. One of my first memories was going rabbiting with Dad and Jack. I was very small.
Rabbits were a serious problem and Dad spent a lot of time grubbing wattles and digging out rabbit holes. I remember being told to sit in one spot and wait until Jack would come back and give me these tiny pink rabbits that had not opened their eyes and had no fur. I loved them, I cuddled, I kissed them and made little homes for them with small sticks. Then Dad would call me away and then I couldn't find the rabbits and would cry.
A few years ago my older sister told me a story about Jack. She can remember the time when she went to the cowshed where Jack was milking the cows. He said something about showing her something special and pulled out his willie and masturbated until it squirted out in front of her. She must have been only 5 or 6 years old and she never told our parents.
Dad hated child molesters, he thought they should be taken away and shot.
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