Living With Daddy
It was the summer of '68 when I first got a look at a girl's private part, we were both 8. She lived down the street from my house but she went to a Catholic School and I went to a Public School. We were playing one day when she asked to see my Treehouse. Oh man that was like off limits to girls at that time in my life. Well some how she talked me in to her going up to my Treehouse. The first time she asked why it was not enclosed all the way. I told her I had no idea I guess Dad ran out of...