AlphaByDay(sub male)
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4 years ago •
Oct 10, 2020
By 5th grade / 10 years old
4 years ago •
Oct 10, 2020
One of my earliest memories is In elementary school, 5th grade: we are out at recess in my Philly public school (a fairly good one), running around like little kids do (mind you, our school yard was asphalt rather than grass). We were playing some crazy game we made up, where we had divided into different roles. Some were running around trying to "capture" the others and take them back to "jail", where one or two were guarding the jail. The rest of us were running around trying not to get caught, or to sneak up and "tag" someone in jail to effect a jailbreak. Well, this girl -- who I thought was the cutest girl in the class -- "caught" me. And with her hand firmly on my upper arm, was marching me back towards the jail. And she said, "I'm going to take you back to jail and throw you in a cell. Then I'm going to put you in a pot of hot boiling oil!"
This girl was in 5th grade!
Obviously being locked in jail, much lest tortured in boiling oil, would not be fun. But I knew I liked this girl very much, and always wished we'd play that game again and she'd capture me again. And I knew I liked girls like her -- whatever that meant (that part I still didn't understand yet).
Alas, I have no idea what became of her. We were in different classes the next year, and different schools after that.
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