I almost failed third grade. The last day of school, walking home, I was so excited. I yelled across the street and asked my friend Brady how he’d done. He told me to shut up and kept walking, staring at the ground.
He used to call tits, ‘twat’. Years later just after dark at a swim team camp out, I remember him reaching in to pinch his girlfriends nipples. “Gimme some of that twat.”
“Come here Jenny.” It was a stern voice and we turned to see Jenny’s mom standing just outside the campsite. Jenny walked over to her mother with her arms crossed, staring at the ground. They walked away quickly in the darkness.
Later that night, those of us sans curfew got together for our traditional game of truth or dare. Junior high truth or dare was so exciting, sitting across from your crush. I had a crush on Meilee McCairn. When it came to my turn, they dared me to french kiss her. I told the truth instead.