This post by Rich over at Shockingly Provincial has inspired me to share with you a formative memory from my youth.
When I was nine I had the misfortune of attending camp with my fourth grade class for an entire week.
We were separated into cabins and intermingled with kids from other schools in my state who we would have to "bunk" with for our stay.
There were about ten girls in my cabin and two showers.
I had no idea they didn't plan on letting us take turns.
Instead of being even somewhat reasonable and letting us go two at a time, they piled five of us into each stall.
As if it wasn't weird enough for me to be naked and squished into a 3x4 stall with a bunch of girls I've never met, I somehow got stuck in there with a grotesquely over-developed 21 year old (what's a nice word for retarded??) woman who had THE HUGEST BOOBS I HAVE EVER SEEN!
Thank God for the remedial qualities of marijuana.
I cannot begin to recount here the horror of what I saw.
They were COLOSSAL. I was staring. We were all staring.
I don't know WHY she was there.
We were nine. She acted like she was six. She looked like she was forty.
Some of the other girls ended up befriending her and they would sit and talk for hours while the rest of us participated in various activities.
Pretty soon she was telling them all about living in a hospital and having strange men come into her room and rape her all the time, sparing no detail.
Her stories had quickly become the daily drama.
About the fourth night in, she freaked out. I heard her crying in the middle of the night. She jumped out of bed and ran out of the cabin screaming. Inevitably, chaos ensued.
The next morning they sent her sizeable ass back where it came from, but it was too late. We were spoiled; innocence lost.
God damn gang showers.