I was about 4 or 5 year old little girl. I was out walking the neighborhood by myself as usual in my white undies, because that was normal in the mid 50s. Two boys about 6 or 7 came over and pulled my undies down and pointed at my crotch and said, “See, I told ya, she doesn’t have one.”, then ran off. I ran home traumatized and told my Mom, who laughed.

True story and it so embarrassed me so badly and I was so ashamed that I no longer wanted to go out and play for years. I also hated boys for years, but by the time I was a teen, I got even with the boys by making them like me and suddenly breaking up with them for no reason.

Simple shit done to kids stay with them forever.