I wasn't going to reply to this thread, but reading everyone else's made me realise mines not that bad.
I was 11, maybe 12 and there were these lads that used to come and hang around where I live. They would have been 15 or 16. They went to the same school as me. The friends I used to hang around with got talking to them and we all started hanging around together. The lads used to joke around with others, hugging us and stuff like that, but me and my friends just took it that they were being extra friendly.
But one of the lads took it too far. I didn't like him to start with, so I usually stayed away from him. Anyway, one night he cornered me near the fields where I live. My mates left me because they thought he wasn't going to do anything serious. I wasn't raped but he did some other stuff. I just remember being really scared, not because of what he was doing, but because I couldn't get free, no matter what I tried.
I didn't tell anyone for ages, it must have only been 3 years ago that I told my best friend what had happened.