The first boy I found to be attractive was an eighth grader at my small private school in Green Bay. I must have been in fourth or fifth grade. I was too shy and scared of boys to ever even speak to him. I had grown up very sheltered, in a family of all women except my father. *
I admired this eighth grader I found attractive from afar at recess when he was playing basketball. He looked so good when he was making a shot. I never mentioned this crush to my friends. I was very embarrassed, and I was afraid they’d use it against me in the future. So, I kept this attraction a secret.
**I remember being made fun of by a bunch of popular people in my class. They teased me for not knowing what a “dick” was in 4th grade. I was mortified. This was the worst moment of my life so far.
Things We Forget 
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