I was 8 years old when it happened.
Uncle Terry came into my room, The Sun was shining and I was looking forward to another nice day.
But, young as I was, I knew what his intentions were straight away. I was small for my age, but still I fought as hard as I could.
He was just so big, so strong, He forced me to do that terrible thing and I was powerless to stop him,
The Shame, hurt pain and confusion ruined my childhood and to this day I still wake up crying about it.
But I was luckier than some,
That was the one and only time I had to wear an Everton shirt.