The summer I was 11 I was able to baby sit. There was a couple that belonged to a CB club and rescue club. People were always getting lost in the desert, and needed to be rescued. Well they had two kids and one on the way . I would baby sit their kids so they could go to the weekly meeting for the club. I think I was making 50 cents an hour at the time. Any way, when he would take me home it was always a battle with him to keep his hands off me. He would never take me straight home. I never told on him. I always fought and won. He would always lie to his wife about the battery going dead or something happening to the jeep he drove. It got to be bad with him taking me home so I quit watching the kids. The next year at school, he was a school custodian, he had climbed up a short pole to unhook the wire from it. It fell with him and hurt him pretty bad, messed up his back. He had to quit his job because of the injury . He was well liked at school. Everyone was sad about what had happened. I was sorry for the wife and kids. Inside I was cold as to what he had to go through. I didn't care.