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.
What the hell is going on?!!?!?!
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