Near our home in Sagamahara was an area the kids called the "forest". It was a wooded area with many fir trees and thick growing bamboo. It wasn't a forest and may have even been part of a nearby park. It was a great play area for all of the dependent children, and we spent many hours playing there. War was a popular game, especially with the boys, but the boys always assigned any girl who wanted to play to be a nurse. Being a nurse wasn't very much fun because none of the boys would ever admit they had been wounded in the war, so it was a rather useless job. You would just stand around waiting for an injury that never came. I was the nurse several times and I usually wanted to get down and start shooting, but as soon as I tried that, the boys would remind me I was the nurse and to go take care of my "patients".
One day after a game of war, I wandered into the forest. Jim and his overactive hormones was soon following me. Several of his friends were with Jim, and Jim set out to prove his machismo. "Ruby, you'd better f*** me, or I'll make you sorry!", Jim yelled at me several times. I dramatically made a face, and went into my "Eeew, that's nasty" routine. Apparently, that routine didn't work any longer because the next thing I knew, Jim and his friends grabbed me and dragged me towards a large fir tree. Several boys held me while Jim got a rope then tied me to the tree. "I told you you'd be sorry!", Jim yelled at me as he and his buddies left me alone, with my back hugging the fir tree.
I stood tied to the tree for at least an hour. As I stood, unable to escape from the fir tree, my main thoughts were how much I hated boys. That is until a boy came and rescued me. It was my brother, Lee. He just happened to be playing in the forest, when he wandered by me and rescued me. I was free.
Jim and his family were transferred shortly after my meeting with the fir tree. I don't know where he went, but hopefully the girls in the area were tough enough to protect themselves from Jim and his overactive hormones.