11 Years Old and Afraid

I was 11.
I recall wearing a knee length skirt and T-shirt. I was walking in front of a mall when I began to hear whistles and grown men yelling things out. At me, an 11 year old girl.
“Nice legs!”
“Hey gorgeous!”
I was terrified, alone, and in desperate need of my mom. I ran into the nearest store. As I ran, the men kept yelling. There was 3 of them. One of them followed me into the store. He asked me if I needed help finding my parents. To come with him.
I ran to a store security guard and turned in the man. The security guard escorted him out.
But I was still afraid.
Afraid to leave the store.
Afraid to tell my parents.
Afraid to be blamed.
Afraid.