Yesterday When I was Young

I used to come home from school with a girl called Mary. We would take a short cut through the grounds of some big houses – of course we weren’t supposed to, it was trespassing, but its saved us a long walk. We tried to keep out of sight, but sometimes the gardener would chase us with a big stick, shouting “go on, get out of here!” One day coming through the grounds we both needed a wee desperately, and we went into the rhododendrons. There grew on a steep slope, and Mary was on a higher ground with me below her. As we crouched down to have a wee I looked up and saw what I shouldn’t between her legs and thought “Wow!” I instantly fell in love with her. I felt all excited and wobbly in the legs and peed in my shoe! She was my best friend, I went to Sunday school with her. Nothing happened, but from then on I daydreamed constantly about her, I loved her and thought of her as my sweetheart. I also made out I wanted to wee every time we went home that way, it became ritual with me. I positioned myself exactly in the same spot in the rhododendron bushed so I would see the hidden delights in her knickers as she crouched down.