The following is a prepared statement:
I am not telling you this because I want to. I am doing so because I believe it is my duty to speak the truth about what happened.
I grew up in a quiet neighborhood of Rockford, Illinois. In the summer of 1994, like most summers, I spend most every day in the neighborhood, playing and running around. One afternoon that summer, I found a rock. It was a wonderful rock and a wonderful toy. I cherished that rock.
I remember my brother also being there. I do not remember all the details of this day, but like many days that summer, it was almost surely our mother forcing us to play together. I truly wish I could give more details about that day, like what kind of rock it was, where I found the rock, how I got to and from that location, and so forth. But the details about what happened next I will never forget, for they have have been seared into my memory.
My brother asked me to show him the rock that I found. I happily held it up for him to see. He then snatched the rock out of my hand, and he threw it down the street. There was nothing I could do to stop him, because he was much bigger and stronger than me.
I knew there was no chance of finding the rock again. I had lost sight of it in the commotion. It would have made no difference anyway, as I needed supervision to cross the street.
I’ll never forget his laughter. He was having a really good time, at my expense.
I was too ashamed to go to the police. After all, who would believe a 4-year-old. I convinced myself that I should just move on and forget about it, that I could find another rock that was just as good, maybe even better.
I never have.
I never told the details to anyone until September of 2017. The reason this came up is that my wife and I were in the middle of a very extensive landscaping project around our home, and I insisted on removing the mulch and replacing it with rocks, an idea that she and others could not understand.
In explaining why I wanted rocks, I came to describe the incident in detail.
Over the years, there have been periods where I thought about the incident. Needless to say, I have finally decided that now is the time to come forward and tell the truth about this sicko.
A GoFundMe will be started soon. Thank you.