OK, I've been thinking about posting this but couldn't remember the boys name till now which was somehow important to me.
When I was kid of about 7 or 8, we had some neighbours move in up the road from us and they had a couple of kids, but the one closest to my age was a boy named Hudson. He used to come to our place each day after school (as most of the other local kids did), but he didn't play rough games in the yard with the boys. He preferred to play with my barbie dolls by himself. I wasn't interested in them, and in the end I gave a heap of them to him to take home. I didn't think anything bad about it at the time. I kind of thought it was weird that he didn't want to play the same games as the other kids, but it didn't bother me, or the other kids as far as I know. Hudson was just a bit different.
Apparently he turned out to be a gay cross dresser and it really didn't surprise me. I think my gaydar must have been tuned in already at that age. I don't think there was anything unusual about me though. All the kids knew something was different. Mum definitely did cause she told us we should be nice to Husdon and make sure the other kids were too. So we did.
The point is, kids know stuff.
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