When someone asks me if I have regrets, I generally think of how weird I...

was as a child, and all the memories I’ve repressed. This is a confession of some of those memories.   **The ol’ paintbrush in the butt tragedy** When I was 6 or 7, my mom babysat other kids my age. We used to play in my parents basement where there was space to make forts and boxes to snoop through; it was a space for adventure. As a perverted child, I took it upon myself to see as many girls naked as possible. In hindsight, I exploited this opportunity, and am the sole reason my mom’s business...

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