I was 10, my brother 8, my two sisters 7 and 9. We walked in the woods behind our home, on the way to the community center, when something unexpected happened.

"Don't move. I have a knife in your back," said the teenage boy who was holding me.

Looking around, I saw my little brothers and sisters being held and laughed at, and I could not stand it. 

Lunging back, I turned and hit the boy holding me. When he hit the ground, I grabbed the boy who held my brother and threw him on the ground. My brother and I together started hitting the boy holding my next younger sister, Dawn. My youngest sister, Sarah, fell to the ground, crying.

About that time, I felt something warm running down my back.