Earliest Years
My addition to our family (Mom, Dad and my two brothers) came when we lived at 2644 Donner Way in Sacramento. The house is still there and looks much as it did in 1936. My God-parents lived about a block away, and a number of Dad’s colleagues lived in the general neighborhood. At the time, the lot between our house and 27th Street was vacant: my older bothers played there a lot, digging forts and so forth with other boys their age. I tended to run with the younger crowd: there was Micky, who lived on our block; Donald, likewise; and one our two others whose names I have forgotten.
On the other side of 27th Street was a small park, a great place to run and play. At one corner was large group of bushes: so large that we could push in under them, where it was hollow and we could stand and “explore”: people passing by could not see us. It was here that I first learned about “sex”, introduced to it by, of all people, my God-parents’ daughter, Bobbie. She was a bit older, probably about fifteen. She never touched us, only encouraged us. She was particularly fond of watching any of us defecate who could manage it: she carried pockets full of toilet paper. Micky would squat down to pee, and she would shit as well: if only Bobbie had had a cell phone… but of course she didn’t. Bobby loved to watch Donald and me peeing. I found myself very interested in Donald’s little pee-pee: the very beginning of my lifelong fascination with phalluses.
These events happening many times: I was three years old! I have wondered ever since how Bobbie turned out, but when we moved to Carmichael we rarely saw our God-parents again, and I don’t think I ever saw Bobbie, Micky or Donald again.