I'm 12 almost 13 so it's only natural to want to go up on a veranda, and take my shirt off, flash some guys, get felt up and pole-dance.
Note: I should point out that I was fabricating basically all of this. I guess some of it was true, but the only "guys feeling me up" were gay friends of mine. We did this behavior as some sort of weird initiation for a club we had invented called the "Pretty Pony Club". I can't explain further.