In Kindergarten, I had a little blond hair boy grab my crotch. There was nothing sexual about it. He just came up, grabbed my crotch, looked pleased with his discovery, and walked away. Having a mother who raised me on soap operas, my first thought was, “Am I his girlfriend now?” I must not have been because I don’t remember ever speaking with him again. (or at all, as it were!) I wish I could remember his name. I ‘d find the little pervert on facebook and ask him what his problem was! Grab my crotch and then never speak to me again??? Hmph! Typical!