So I was telling my mom this story about a car and she looks at me and goes “so says the girl that at five years old was walking to ballet in her black leotard and pink tutu stopped at the sound of Harley two blocks away and waited until it drove past and went coooooool. In a deep dragged out voice” I died laughing and told my friend this story over the phone to hear “so you even oozed gay even at 5”