I think I led a very sheltered life. I was always known as the teacher's pet (or sometimes daughter) and a bookworm, but I think being the 1st girl in my class to wear a bra would give you a clue. Imagine my shock when a 5th grader reached out in passing and grabbed me.
And in junior high, the guy with the adjoining locker stuck his hand in my crotch. And a man in a car followed me home from school a couple times.
And in high school, those harrassers would back me up into dark corners of the hall way, until those football guys took care of them.
In college, the few times I felt at risk, I was in the driver's seat and just started sloooowly backing out -- or had to out run and manuever someone on the highway. No cell phones back then, so get out of my way or else. It was scary. 70+ pounds of big black poodle in the back seat took care of that though.
I feel very luck nothing worse happened. I can't imagine what some of today's young girls face.
Frends know gud humors when dey is hear it. ~ Da Crockydiles of ZZE.