When I was seven, the older sister of my playmate pushed me against the wall and started "eating" my lips. Every dusk, she'd do it to me. I didn't know what and why she was doing it back then or why I had let her.
I never knew her name because we moved to our new house after my parents sold our old residence when I turned eight - or maybe I just don't remember. It happened about twenty years ago.
That's all I remember of her. Because of her aggressiveness, I'm sure she's married with kids by now.