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When I was about 5-6 years old I was in the backyard playing with my older cousins, they had a little shop and a bread van came, I remembered the bread man asking “where are the girls?” and my aunt told him “oh there back there”, when he was coming I saw my cousins running up the stairs so I start running too they close the door and I was left outside I only made it 3 steps he was already near the stairs so I spit on him then he grabbed the back of my pants and pulled it leaving my butt exposed I start screaming and crying then he said “say you’re sorry and you’re not going to spit on people again” so I had to repeat “I’m sorry and won’t spit on people again” while crying then he let me go and I ran up the stairs and then my cousins open the door. Every time I see that bakery van I get scared.