I was 12 years old, new in a school full of people “above” me, socioeconomically and ahead of me biologically… waiting to get on the school bus after school. A boy who was kind of muscular and bearded picked a screw off the pavement, held it out to me tauntingly and said in a sinister voice, Hey, “Margaret, want a screw???” Believe it or not, I did not know for a long time what he meant but I instinctively knew I had just been harassed in an ugly way.
