When I was about six or seven, I walked home from school most everyday by myself. Sometimes kids would walk with me part of the way, and on one occasion, a boy I didn't know, who was 2 years older than I, fell in beside me on the 12 block trek. Just before we got to my street, he said: "You show me yours and I'll show you mine". I had been forewarned by my mom not to fall for this trick, so I said to him: " You go first".
He unzipped his pants and showed me his wares - and I ran off home. He tried to follow me, but his pants fell down around his ankles and he gave up. Can you just imagine how good I felt at outwitting him? I told my mom about it and she was livid, and wanted to find him and tell his parents. But we never figured out who he was or where he lived.
I didn't see this guy again until I was sixteen. I didn't recall him at first, but eventually that memory surfaced. I asked him if he remembered doing that. Of course, he would not admit it, but I was certain it was him. And would you believe? He gave me a chance to outwit him all over again!