It was a nice day outside, out on the countryside. There was an old lady sitting on her porch just sewing. She was getting kind of bored. So she decided to take a walk by herself. She hasn't done that in a while, not in this neighborhood anyway.

As she walks she recognizes an old park she would play at when she was a little girl. She remembered one day she skipped school just to play at this park. She knew what she did was wrong and she will get in trouble.

She remembered swinging on the swing, sliding down the slide, running to the seesaw. Then she remembered the tree she had carved her name in. She got on the swing and start swinging. Softly she was a delicate old lady remembering what had happened in this very park.

She did as she remembered, Swung on the swing, slid down the slide, swung and swung. As if she was a little girl again. Just swinging, hearing laughter and having fun, smiling. Then she grows sad being out of breath, swinging. Remembering the horrible things that happened in that very same tree. She had put her name on. She walked over and touched the markings of what she had wrote. Remembering a single yell as she turned around, falling down. A man had grabbed her took her clothes off touching her. The little girl was in shock, she couldn't even scream. She had been rapped but she's there looking up, not speaking a word. When the man was done he left. She was still there naked on the floor, shocked. She started tearing screaming not knowing what to do.

The word that came out of her mouth was so horrible. She couldn't take it no more. Just the memory but she couldn't remember, not yet what the words were, just sitting on the floor, with her fragile body shocking crying touching her fragile face. Out of no where she screams:

—"Stop it Daddy, not again!"