My life up until I was twelve was pretty boring to say the least. I'm the oldest of three children and a fourth generation farm girl. I grew up in a home with a stay at home mother and my Dad who farmed the family farm. At twelve my world changed dramatically when my mother decided to leave my father. Being the oldest I was given a choice of which parent I wanted to live with. I chose my Dad and for a while it was ok. Until one terrible morning that is. I was headed out to feed my steers and I sat in my Dad's lap to pull on a pair of boots. As I sat down my Dad pulled me back and fondled my breast while the other hand fondled my crotch. I was numb with shock at first but I quickly pulled out of the embrace. I had always been closest to my Dad and my entire world was destroyed by his actions. All trust in men died on this terrible day.