When I was close to eight years old, I went to my mother's friend's house. She had a son, who was the same age as me. He took me behind his mom's house, and decided to initiate the, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours" game. He went first, and dropped his pants and "Fruit-of-the-Looms". And, there it was. My eyes were wide, and my mouth dropped open. It was my first time seeing one. He looked at me and grinned. He was about to say something, until his mother called his name. Before he could grab his pants to pull them up, his mom came around the corner and saw him standing in front of me with his pants down. She grabbed him by his arm, as he screamed, "Mamma, no...I'm sorry, I'm sorry! My mom came around the corner behind me, and all I could do was stare at her, with that same frozen look, that I had when he pulled down his pants. She didn't see what happened. All I could say, was that he got in trouble. The visit was cut short, because, he had to get a whipping. That was 25 years ago.