TWISTEDWHISPER From Sweden, joined Aug 2003, 711 posts, RR: 2 Posted (10 years 4 months 1 week 3 days ago) and read 2183 times:
When I was about ten, girls was all I could think about. I thought about them at daytime, dreamed about them at nighttime. Seeing a girl in a bikini could make my day. To be honest, I one time stole moms catalogue from Victoria Secrets, I think I had that silly smile on my face for a week.
I was one of the first guys, in my class, to loose my virginity, at the age of 13. I understand now that it was a bit early, I was not mature enough (some argue that I still ain't...)
So, guess if I was surprised today, when I read about 11 year old girls in a catholic school (Holy Child Jesus School) in N.Y. decorating themselves with wrist straps in different colors, and if a boy could manage to rip the strap of her wrist it meant that they was going to perform the sexual act that that color represented.