My first boyfriend was the kid of the people that babysat me when I was five. Johnny and I would play together whenever I was at his house and we would kiss each other on the cheek. I have a picture of us kissing that my older sister took. He was blonde and normal height. Johnny was a bit taller than me so when we would hug we looked like a stereotypical couple with the boy taller than the girl. We were cute together. The last time I ever saw him was right before I moved. That was the only time I ever remember his dad being there. The only reason I remember him being there though is because he let me drive his forklift. I have a picture of me driving a forklift at age five because of that man. I remember this kids cousin too. He hated me. Johnny's mom would always make go play with the older kids because I was scared of him because of how mean he was to me.
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NezařaditelnéA story of my life up until now, or when "now" is when I finish writing this. Disclaimer: everything in this is 100% true. This story won't be a "family friendly" thing. I'm going to cover very real things that may be triggering. This goes from wh...
