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• I was an early bloomer so I was about 10. Yes you heard me, 10.
  I already looked like a teenager at 10, like 14. People thought I looked older than I really did. Plus I grew from 5’2 to 5’7”. I was two months away from turning 11. It sucked being a foot taller than everyone and classmates were intimidated by me. A lot of people thought I was going to be 6ft or even over 6 feet.
  I grew to 6’1” by the time I was 14. Looking older than everyone and teachers expected more from me because I looked older.

To be perfectly honest the guy creeps me out and is often kinda inappropriate in how he talks to me when he meets me in the store. I also have seen the way he leers at other young women in their teens and twenties, he's around 50 something. He was going past my house, he lives maybe 10 houses away. I saw him out walking when I collected the mail from the post box and walked back into my home and he followed right behind me and as I tried to close the door he put his hand on it stopping me, he apologised and asked if he could come in and use the bathroom. Warning bells went off in my head, I told him no and he tried to push his way in as though he was entitled to enter my home but I told him if he didn't piss off I'd call the police and he left calling me a bitch. I called my husband who drove home and went straight to his door and he called the police. We've a door bell cam so the police who were sympathetic and suspicious of him didn't press charges. Some in the neighbourhood say it was unneighbourly and they've let him use theirs in the past no problem while others say I did right. I was raised to better be safe that sorry in these things.