Old memory

When I was about 7 years old (in the second grade), I was in school and I kissed my best friend in front of the whole class. Some kids laughed at me, and others told me I was gay, and some told me I was going to hell because 'boys not supposed to kiss boys'. But my friend was like my brother, and I was just showing him (and everyone) that I truly cared for him using the only method I knew at the time; that was to give him a kiss. But I did not understand the insults from my classmates. I thought it was OK to love my friend and to affectionately show that love, but it was discouraged. Someone obviously forgot to tell me not to show affection to friends that have penises. The insults from my classmates disturbed me because that was the first time in my life that I thought something was wrong with me. Elementary school was sometimes hell for me - especially in the years that followed. "Kelvin kissed a boy", "Kelvin is gay" - I stayed in the classroom during recess on many days because I didn't want to be insulted outside. I remember asking my mother "if boys kiss boys does it mean they're gay?" I remember her saying "No", but I don't remember what she said afterward. She probably thought to herself, "What is this little boy talking about now?!".