I’ll start. Teenage me driving up the street to hang out with friends at the mall and passed my younger neighbor and his mom. When I got back a couple hours later, the neighbor’s mom was livid - confronting me for the slight. I seriously had no idea wtf she was talking about and I couldn’t convince her otherwise.
Nah, sounds about right, at least for kids who had the Internet at 6th grade. For me it was back in the dialup days, but still, once I accidentally stumbled onto CumFiesta - which I thought was pronounced “coom fiesta,” since I’d never heard the word cum - I spent every morning of summer vacation on the Internet staring at naked women for a reason I didn’t understand, making sure to get offline by 11 so I didn’t tie up the phone lines for my parents when they’d call to check in on their lunch breaks.