The closest I've ever gotten to losing my virginity was when I was like, 8 or 9 years old.
I used to run around a really forested park by myself with a dollar store sword and play pretend against imaginary ninjas.
I came across three teenage white girls (mid-late teens) smoking in an old, run-down shack. All three saw me, immediately stood up, and screamed "WE'RE GOING TO RAPE YOU" while giggling

I had no fucking clue what rape meant at the time but I knew I heard it about in the News and always associated it with crime, murder or assault so I thought they were going to hurt me and I ran away
While I was running away they also called me cute, pleaded me to come back and then called me a faggot

Now that I know what rape means I wish I stayed and I STILL beat myself up over it 20 years later. I wish I could go back in time.