My 5th Grade Porn Addiction

Talk to your kids about sex, or the internet will

I never got the supposed “sex talk” from my parents, I strongly doubt I’m the only one. Like in many other minority households, sex was a sensitive subject around our house, despite ten kids being evidence of a ton of it happening. I learned about sex from a friend in the fifth grade, her name was Mara Greene. We went to summer camp together and waited at the same bus stop in the mornings, overtime, she and I became friends. And as familiarity formed, we began spending all of our free time together. We grew more comfortable with one another as the summer months passed. Overtime, our conversations sunk just below the surface, our gab grew a little more grown up, if you will.

Now Mara was naturally bubbly and outgoing, had a laugh you could pick out of a line-up. To this day, I can hear her high-pitched “Hi, Ms. Dorothy!” in my head. My mother grew to adore her larger than life personality, and grew quite fond of Mara’s mother as well, a far more reserved rendition of my friend. Over time, my mother grew comfortable with Mara and I spending time together, even outside of summer camp hours. “Just for a few”, my mother would reiterate as she dropped me at Mara’s doorstep, “Then Ms. Greene is gonna bring you back to the house, you got me?”. Of course, I did. I was not about to screw this up.