I must have been between 10-12 at this point because it was right around the time I first discovered masturbation, so I was pretty jacked up about it. I was in the car with my mom to run an errand in our little downtown area, and she parked in the strip of spots that are literally right in front of all the local shops. Literally meaning the car is no more than 15 feet from the window of the shop we are parked in front of. My mom went inside the bakery or some shit to do whatever she had to do, and I stayed in the front seat of the car. I couldn’t wait until I got home so I figured, for God knows what reason, that I should pull my dick out and start jerking it. I can still remember looking in the fucking eyes of people walking on the sidewalk not five feet in front of me., beating my dick like it owed me money. There must be some repressed memory shit going on because I have absolutely no idea if I finished. It’s such a surreal moment in my life I can’t even believe it really happened, nor can I understand what the fuck came over me that day to make me think that was ok to do. This is the first time I have even acknowledged in any sense that that shit really happened.