When I was seven, I was really great friends with the kid who lived across the alley behind my house from me. People called him my boyfriend, but we weren't that, not really.
During the afternoon, we'd sit on the bench in front of my house and show eachother our private-parts. We didn't know it was wrong, we just thought it was funny that they were different.
What a sight we must have made to anyone watching from the street.
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