The year was 1969. I was 9, and he was 10. And he was SO cute, with an adorable singing voice.
I wanted to be his friend the moment I saw him.
Sitting in a darkened movie theater watching the movie "Oliver" with my entire 5th grade class, I was smitten with him.
This was long before any awareness of sex, but I was definitely aware of my attraction to Mark.
I wanted to live with him and the Artful Dodger
(Jack Wild) and all of Fagin's boys. I wanted to share a bunk and swap shirts with him. And pick pockets with him, just like all the other scruffy kids in the gang.
Afterwards, my friends giggled about seeing "Nancy’s boobies" in her low-cut wench dress.
I was mystified. Nancy? Who was watching Nancy? Certainly not me!
Long before I knew I was gay, I had a fondness for blondes, and Mark Lester was my first.
Steve - Austin, Texas
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