When I was 11 my mom dropped me off at the church for a youth activity that had been canceled, unknown to me or her. When I got in a side door and walked around looking for everyone, I came across a man who told me he was in pain and pulled out an erect penis and asked me if I could rub it to make it better. I didn't know what to do, but I knew it was wrong - I ran through the church with him following me. I knew of a couple of places to hide in corridors and ducked in a room and jumped behind a desk and he passed me by. I was afraid to tell anyone because I thought I had done something wrong because maybe I shouldn't have been there, maybe I should have gone straight to a phone instead of looking for my friends who I though were hiding. Silly 11 year old thinking and blaming things on myself. It was years before I could walk into a church without looking for that man.
That was in 1972. Pedophiles were just as real then as they are now. Had he caught me I have no doubt as to what would have happened. It was luck and speed and knowledge of my surroundings that saved me. Who would have thought to look for a pedophile in a church?