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TIFU by knowing what lube is.

This happened some time when I was 12.
So, when I was around 8, I was digging through my parents' drawers (I don't remember why) and I found some hair-gel in a weird-looking bottle. It was smaller and thinner than the other bottles, and my 8-year-old mind was like, "Hey, it would be a good idea to put this on!" . Surprise, surprise, my hair was kind of flimsy, but it smelled nice, like strawberries.
So after then, everyday before going to school, I would secretely put on the hair-gel because I thought they put it in the drawer to hide it from me? (Again, I was 8). I liked mainly cus of the smell.
Fast forward a week, I'm in the middle of putting on the gel when my mom enters the room. We both stared at each other awkwardly. Me, because I thought she caught me using her "hair-gel", and her cus... y'know. I don't remember what happened next.
I didn't think much of it, until when I was 12 (don't really know exactly how old), I came to knew what lube was. I wanted to die of embarresment so I never brought it up.
Right now, I'm 13, and maybe one day when I'm like 20 I might bring it up just for the laughs.

TL;DR: 8-yr-old seld mistook parents' lube for hairgel, got busted, then realized my fuckup when I was 12 and realized what lube is.

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