They Start Young...

I just remembered an incident that happened when I was six years old! Serious flashback. I was in first grade; I remember the classroom very clearly. I had just changed into my leotard and tights to go to ballet class (there was no time for me to change except at school beforehand). In my little outfit, I went to my cubby to pack up my books. This red-haired obnoxious boy in my class named Jamie Champie – yes, that’s his real name, although I’m probably not spelling it correctly – came by and RAN HIS FINGER UP MY BUTT. A first-grader. Sure, you could call it innocent curiosity. But I also remember spinning around to see who it was, and he just started rolling in laughter at me. I was SO embarrassed. And he was totally entertained. How did he know at such a young age to treat girls as if they’re just here on this planet for his amusement? -M