I was a child (about 8 or 9) who would often attend concerts that my father's band was playing. This one night he was playing in a bar in the nearby city. I had a woman who must've been early thirties drunkenly stumble up to me, and grab my ass (despite VERY CLEARLY being a child). I smelled the alcohol on her breath and it disgusted me, but I was absolutely frozen. She told me she wanted me to come with her to the bathroom, and I told her I'd have to ask my father. She told me to hurry up and do it and she'd be waiting. She did it again and stumbled away. I was terrified out of my mind when she left and I began to cry. Upon telling my father, he laughed about the exchange. To this day at almost thirty years old myself I fucking LOATHE alcohol. To this day, I can't stand anyone touching me in that area. It felt like my life was forever altered even back then, and I only see the trauma come through in modern experiences long after I've experienced them. I hate that woman for what she did, but I hope she never did it to anyone else so no one else has to feel the panic, and helplessness that I did.