childhood

My little brother and I, playing with those robot-car-ball thingies. Those toys that are in the shape of a ball but break apart and become something else when you throw them. Mine turned into a little white Fiat type of car, and my little brother had a red hot rod. We were racing them around, just being kids. Then all of a sudden a boy I'd never seen before ran up and started attacking me, trying to get my pants off. I was screaming and resisting and my little brother was too, but was powerless to do anything about it. I finally managed to push him off of me in a great bout of anger.