"When I was seven, I was playing hide-and-go-seek with my cousins at my grandmas house. I hid in the wicker laundry basket with the lid closed. “This is awesome,” I thought to myself as only a child discovering the greatest hiding place can feel. I could see thru the small gaps in between the wicker. It was in my grandmas bathroom and 2 feet in front of the toilet. My grandma walked through the bathroom door not 30 seconds after I contorted myself and closed the lid above me.

With my face pressed against the side of the hamper, my grandma walked in, sat down and BOMBED that toilet. I couldn’t avert my eyes. Staying perfectly still so this awkward situation doesn’t turn more awkward. The noises. The smell. My grandma’s vagina.

I won the game. I lost my innocence."

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