I think I was almost one of my upstairs neighbors victims

I used to live in a apartment building when I was little, it was the type where there’s one house downstairs, one house upstairs. I have one sister and we would always play upstairs with the others kids. There was a teenager that lived there as well, I never really talked to him because he stayed away from us for the most part. I was probably 6 at most and didn’t know stranger danger, to me the world was full of friends.

I don’t know how it happened but my sister and the other little girl was in one room, and I ended up in another room with the teenager. I don’t remember a lot of it, small child memory. I do remember he put me on his back, I somehow ended up falling off and hurting myself. Instantly started crying. The mom rushed into the room and started lecturing him, saying “you know you aren’t supposed to be alone with them! The door has to be open at all times!” Etc. (Probably not the exact words)

I just thought she meant he was accidentally too rough when playing. But That was the end of it and nothing much happened after that.

We moved out a while later and didn’t really hear from them anymore. But Last summer I found out that he’s a known predator, an adult now but this has been a problem since he was in highschool, since he was a teenager.

I think I was almost one of my upstairs neighbors victims and didn’t know it.