I was 12. The whole neighborhood was playing hide and seek. The little kids, the big kids, even the kids like me who rarely came out to play. I was hiding behind a bush on the side of a corner house when Michael showed up. He sat next to me and we hid together while we listened to the sounds of feet hitting pavement, laughter and the yells of people almost being caught. Michael was close to me, so close I could smell his breath, feel his arm brush up against mine. He was four years older than me and the object of affection of almost every girl on the block, including me. We sat a few minutes in silence and without warning he leaned in and kissed me. Within seconds he was…