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It's not really abusive, but I could think of no better spot to put this.
Well, I have had two memorable experiences with flashing. The first of the two being when I was a younger kid. I'd say around 8 or nine. I think I was this old because I was wearing my weird sleeveless salmon colored top that I don't think fit me anymore when I graduated from elementary school. This particular time I was the flasher...I feel a little guilty about it now, or at least I did for a little bit. Kept on showing my brother and the babysitter's son my nonexistent boobs to bug the crap out of them while watching the X-games or something.
The second time in my tween years, one of my brother's friends at the time decided to flash me and the other kids his-you-know-what, chasing us around and laughing his *** off, thinking that scaring everybody was funny as hell. He was never sane really, but hey, he ended up being hit by a train when he was playing chicken on the tracks. I felt more sorry for the two girls he was trying to impress more then him, though now a days I wonder how he is doing. He was annoying, and the most psychotic person it has ever been my displeasure to know, but I wonder how he's dealing.
The second of these two have been bugging the crap outta me lately, so I thought maybe posting would help.
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