Many many years ago, when we were in Primary school, a couple of my friends and myself were molested by a pedophile. This pedophile was none other than our teacher, Mr Pedo (not his real name). Mr Pedo was a popular teacher. We liked his jokes, his methods of teaching and he often brought us to outings ∼ public swimming pools, East Coast Park, fishing at Bedok jetty, camping, etc. As young primary school boys, we naturally loved these outdoor adventures. We would tell our parents that our teacher was bringing us out for these unscheduled outings. Permission were usually granted without much parental objections in those days. Teachers were trusted by our parents (compared to present day). During these unscheduled field trips, Mr Pedo took good care of us. Perhaps, "too well". He would even be in the shower room with us at swimming pools and East Coast Park paid bathroom areas, teaching us how to soap and scrub our bodies and how to clean our penis. He often held on to our small little rods, doing a to and fro motion. At that age, we suspect nothing. To us, Mr Pedo was a great teacher who took excellent care of us. We do not even know what's a pedophile, or anything related to such peverse sexual inclinations. Now with hindsight, we vow, that if we ever see Mr Pedo again, we will definitely kick his grey matter out his pedophilic head. It's too late to file a police report now.
And, we reckon he should be dead by now, burning in hell, hopefully not reincarnated and have a second chance to abuse kids again.
And, we reckon he should be dead by now, burning in hell, hopefully not reincarnated and have a second chance to abuse kids again.
