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Stuff we don't tell Mom:

Got into trouble freshman year of high school for having boys in our hotel room on a band trip.
I remember ordering a pizza, having them come over, then being raided by the chaperones. The ensuing lecture (us four sitting on one bed, the adults standing in front of us) was on 'boys and their urges.' Pretty ironic, as I'd had it on pretty good authority that one of the lecturers liked 'em young.