I Didn’t Realize My Childhood Had Been Stolen From Me

Until I grew up and started talking about it

Nikki Kay
Nikki Kay
May 22, 2019 · 8 min read
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I had my first French kiss at age seven.

It was innocent, as those things go. My boyfriend* was a boy from my class, and I was visiting his house for a play date, or whatever we called play dates in the 80s. We had walked to a nearby park, and were playing on the jungle gym.