When I was in 6th Grade, I went to the toilet and was going to pee like a boy... I thought I was pretty good at it until some pee trickled down my leg...
And by some, I mean lots...
When I was 13 my brother started being mean to me so me and my best friend decided to give him pay back. We peed in cups and poured it all over his pillow, that night he slept on his pillow but kept complaining that it smelt funny, I blamed my dog, my brother still hasn't found out.
When I was in the 1st grade. These guys' taught me what gay meant. They told me it was liking guys. So, me being a girl and only having a partial definition, I was like." does that make me gay? I like boys" they started laughing and never told me anything. I walked around saying I was gay in, 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade. and I was frequently laughed at and I thought It was funny too. Until i told my mom.
I always had this irrational fear that only me and my family could see the clothes we had on (because I thought we were mentally ill), and that people didn't tell us , because they didn't want to be mean to mentally ill people. I was so afraid people were looking (and laughing) at my "willy" that I made a habit out of wearing two pairs of underwear... Just to be safe!