I remember when I was a young teen grandpa and I always out in the yard messing around in the garage, whether it be him teaching me to ride the riding lawn mower or paint the vinyl on the siding of the house, either way he was always outside doing something. And I was usually with him.. he always wore blue jeans and a v-neck white T-shirt and was either chewing on sunflower seeds or a wild weed from the yard.
One particular day he seemed off, I noticed him paying extra attention to me looking at me differently than how he used to, maybe it had to do with me beginning my development as a young woman? Either way the atmosphere was different this day, I was in The tool room searching for a flathead screwdriver to open a can of paint when suddenly my grandpa approached me from behind, I remember him right up on me asking me what I was searching for as he put his hand on top of mine. I could feel him breathing down my neck and the nature of his actions was prominently sexual.. I remember freezing as he handed me the flathead screwdriver before walking away.