By far the biggest trauma I had when I was a child was that when I was 9 and a half I got home from primary school one afternoon and suddenly realised I was in love with the girl who sat next to me in the class who lived five doors down from me and I got very embarrassed about this, especially when she asked me why I was always looking at her, and the boys in the class started taunting me about being up a tree k i s s i n g with her. So I demanded to be moved away from sitting beside her and was mean to her. This continued on up to the end of sixth class even though by this stage she was doing stuff like giving me her schoolbag to bring home and drop down to her later because she she had to leave school early to go the dentist and spun a yarn that she couldn’t bring her bag with her, and then I never talked to her again after primary school because I hung around with a different group on the street and we went to secondary schools in different areas, but any time I’d pass her or see her on the street I’d go crazy inside. Then she moved away. And there’s rarely a day I don’t think about her, even if only for a few seconds. 
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