I Knew Very Young

 I kind of feel funny for even penning this down.

When I was perhaps 9 or 10, my brother and I stayed overnight at an aunt's place. 

For some reason, the next morning, I was down early and she was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

I guess she doesn't wear a bra to bed and didn't bother putting one on before preparing breakfast. 

Adjusting her t-shirt she lifted it for a split second and at that very miniscule moment, looking at her in anticipation of some toast, I caught a glimpse of her areola. 

I saw a boob. 

At that age I was scarred. 

And so I guess I knew.

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