I was not raised in the cult.
I lived across the street from a county group home that housed 10-12 teen-age boys at any one time. I was 14 and in heaven. Some of these boys became as close as brothers. Some of them I had crushes on and some had crushes on me. I tutored a few of them in Spanish.
One of them was my very first kiss on a magical summer afternoon on the front porch of the old Victorian house. I'll never forget it as long as I live. Red headed Eddie Murphy asked me to go steady and I said yes. Then he walked up to me, put his arms around me and leaned in. I was a little surprised, I mean aren't you supposed to discuss this kind of thing first? I had no idea what to do! I remember not knowing what to do with my hands and wondering what the heck was going on with his tongue.
I'm sure it wasn't a kiss he would remember but I got much better at it as the lazy summer days went on.