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Boy Scout sleepaway summer camp in the middle of Florida. Summer between 6th and 7th grade. He was from a troop in a city not too far away from where I lived. The first time I laid eyes on him I knew instantly. I couldn't deny it.
The only reason I kept going back every summer was so I could gawk at this boy who never even knew I existed. The last summer I went, I had a merit badge class with him. But I was too much of a pussy to ever talk to him. Not that it mattered, I guess.
My first cartoon crush was Double D, but as a young kid, I thought he was a girl. Or maybe I didn't care. I don't really remember.