I was three when it happened. I was at preschool at my church. I'm not sure how I got separated from the group. He found me and took me to the office. I can't remember who he is. He put himself in my mouth and I was choking and gagging and really scared. I think I bit him. After that it escalated. I know that I had no control of the situation. I was a little kid and he was a grown man. Why do I want it to be my fault? Would I feel any better if I could somehow blame myself?