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I don't remember ever being really "innocent".
I mean, there were things that I did NOT know about, and was very sheltered from in terms of actual experience, but I think I was born a cynic.
Closest I can come to a 'moment' though is in 6th grade, when I heard the song OPP and realised that the 'p' word meant a woman's genitals. I told a girl in my class, expecting her to be all shocked and stuff, and she just gave me this look, like "and?"
That was the day I realised that SOME people I knew were definitely past kissing and holding hands.
Actually I am wrong. I DO remember. The first day of school at my new predominately rich, white private school in fourth grade. I came from a predominately hispanic catholic school where my Mom taught and everyone knew me and loved me. That first day at the new school I was practically a pariah- new, black and poor? I tried for a while, but no one there was interested in getting to know who I was until about ninth grade and at that point I was so ANGRY at all of them that I wasn't interested in letting them in.
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It may be said with rough accuracy that there are three stages in the life of a strong people. First, it is a small power, and fights small powers. Then it is a great power, and fights great powers. Then it is a great power, and fights small powers, but pretends that they are great powers, in order to rekindle the ashes of its ancient emotion and vanity.-- G.K. Chesterton
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