Ah, Memories…

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There’s a confused lad somewhere in England who reminds us of our younger selves. Except for the kissing part – we didn’t have our first kiss until we were twenty-one, like respectable young ladies.

I am 12, nearly 13, and I like girls although sometimes they scare me.

I don’t really know what to do with them. I was asking my best friend how you kissed them and he said he would show me so he kissed me and I kissed him back.

It seemed okay at the time but now I am worried that people will think we are gay. He is my best friend and I don’t want to stop seeing him but should I?

God, don’t you just love how he’s “almost 13”!? That’s too cute and makes us long for simpler times, like when we were six-and-a-half and dating He-Man. Those were the days…