Leaving the nun that I didn't know, I ran home which was about three blocks from the Church. When I got home, I frantically tried to get my mother to come with me and help the other boy. My mother who did not drive and had no car and had my youngest sister who was only seven months old and five other kids could not go with me. Eventually, she agreed to call the rectory. Whoever answered the phone at the rectory assured my mother that everything was ok and it was simply my childhood imagination run amok. Some imagination. Later that day, I went back to the Church with one of my sisters. I was still concerned about the other boy. I never told my mother that I was sexually molested by the priest. I didn't go to the local police department and file charges. Today I realize that the priest was guilty of sex abuse but also false imprisonment and possibly kidnapping. I didn't have a lawyer on retainer. I talked about what happened Saturday and Sunday. My mother told me to forget and I did