@violet, wow! As for me, never happened in school, which was rough. Of course, I did have a few older girls, maybe two or three grades ahead of me, who used to give me candy bars if I’d kiss them.
That started in fourth or fifth grade.
I also had a girl, Lynette W., who got me in trouble for three years. She lived on my way home. She would wait by the fence in her yard and invite me in. She taught me how to kiss, how to make out and a few other memorable things. She was three years ahead of me in school. She was also a chearleader.
My parents would yell at me almost everyday because it would take me an hour and a half to get home after school. It was a five block walk. I never have told them why I was always late. I wonder what they’d say now.