The living room paneling reflected a small glow of light from the tiny black and white TV in the trailer. I focused on that light darting as it traveled on the walls; sometimes brighter and then dark as night. The movie “JAWS” played on that foil bunny eared TV. Out of nowhere I hear a voice; “Is this okay?” the voice asks. I snap back to my body and realize I’m being touched. This touch is not like anything I’ve ever felt at 8 years old. I’m confused by how to respond… Read More