I went to a Catholic school up to 8th grade in Dover, Delaware from '62 - '70. I remember the priests stationed there. Creepy. Several boys in my class served as altar boys. I didn't hear stories, but probably wouldn't have. One time I had to deliver something to the place where all the priests lived. I and another girl together went. I distinctly remember the feeling of walking into the entryway and immediately encountering one priest who was to receive my delivery. I was just a kid in elementary school, but that momentary encounter never left me....how I felt getting even that close to him.
Kids know.