The first time I was ever harassed on the street was when I was 14. I lived a few blocks away from a close friend and she and I would walk a main street to see each other. We would always, always get whistles or honks, and unintelligible things shouted at us by passing drivers. I remember thinking, “Isn’t it creepy they’re doing this to us at THIS age?” But then it never got less creepy and jarring as I got older.
Location: These childhood incidents took place on: Green Street, Mount Hawthorn, WA 6016, Australia