It is funny how time will play tricks on a fellow. Sometimes I remember for almost no reason at all things that happened to me at a very early age. Yes they are all memories I've had most of my life, but time reveals them in new light and it sometimes sets me to wondering.
For instance, lets investigate bathing and showering. As is common practice in my family and many others young children will oftentimes shower or bathe with adults. It saves time and they can get two things done at once. However, there should probably be more consideration taken into age limits on these things. I'm not saying I showered with my relatives until my early teens or anything like that, but I know it still took place while I was around two and a half. I remember it. And it is slightly unsettling to remember seeing my aunt Janet's pubic hair and my father's seemingly monstrous gonads at eye level.
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Didn't seem wrong at the time, but I have these images with me for the rest of my life. Do I have a slightly exceptional memory? Maybe. But I wish I hadn't seen it nonetheless. So be careful how old your child is when you let them see you naked. Age two is probably a wise cut-off point.
Another slightly disturbing image came into crystal clarity about two years ago for some reason.
I had to have been about five at the time and I remember being awoke in the middle of the night by a door slowly creaking open. I got up to peer down the dark-lit hall only to see my father creeping out of my mothers room completely naked holding a pair of his underwear in front him. I reasoned to myself that he must have had an accident and went back to bed before he saw me. Besides, I thought, it was always embarrassing whenever anyone found out you had wet the bed. I figured my dad would feel the same way as I would about the situation.
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Now looking back on this memory almost twenty years later I am putting more and more pieces of the puzzle together. One day it just dawned on me. They were having sex! Those two dirty old people were having sex with me right in the next room. Then another thought occurs to me.
My younger sister and I used to sneak into our parents room and steal “water balloons” from their dresser. First we'd laugh at the directions we couldn't read because they had a picture of a “pee-pee” in them. Next, we'd take them out of their individual foil packets and happily fill them up at the bathroom sink and squirt each-other with them or flat out waylay each-other into water-soaked oblivion. Fortunately though we didn't exhaust the balloon supply. We never had another brother or sister.
How were we to know that we were throwing contraceptives at each other's faces?
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And finally it brings me to my younger cousin, the reason for this article. I suddenly had a flashback to this story today when I went to get a roll of toilet paper and came across a box of my girlfriends tampons. At around the age of nine, and curious about girls, and more than a little naïve on how things work, he and his friend asked my sister for some of her tampons. She looked at them in a weird way and asked them what exactly they wanted them for. The two chuckled and looked at each-other. Finally my cousin told her that she knew why, and that they needed them for the same reason she did. Apparently they were going to try and stick them up their butts since girls seemed to need to do that sort of thing and they figured they had to do it too. She never did deliver the goods.
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Just some strange memories I've had. I got a good chuckle remembering them and i hope you do too.
