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Lewellen, played by Dakota Fanning, asking her friend for a look at what’s beneath his pants in exchange for a kiss, in “Houndog.” 
It’s a right of passage, one few of us forget. For some the experience haunts and scars. For others it might be a humorous memory. But I doubt any of us forgot it.
I grew up in the sixties. In a suburb of New York City. It was a place where property sizes were tiny – just enough for a house, a bit of perimeter and a small backyard. When we needed space to play, it was “around the block,” Morningside Lane, where bunches of kids came together to play kick ball or stick ball or just rode bikes up and down the same block. Going further would be foolish. We lived at the top of a hill that was the steepest you’d ever seen, and going down, would have meant having to push one’s bike or body back up that hill with great effort. 
It was a time when fathers worked and almost all the mothers stayed home to cook and clean and mind the children. My own mother didn’t have much interest in minding the children. I’m sure if it was the fashion to diagnose every behavior, as it is now, she would have been found to have OCD , or obsessive compulsive disorder. The OCD was focused on cleaning. The kitchen floor was so spotless, one wouldn’t have any hesitation picking up some food item that had dropped and popping it in one’s mouth. But within minutes, out woudld come the bucket and mom would scrub the entire floor on her hands and knees. 
Mom’s cleaning left lots of time to fill without parental supervision. Those days that were not suitable for going around the corner to play outside usually signaled the a.o.k. for the neighborhood kids to come to our house, or to go to the “Riggi’s” house. No, I didn’t make that name up. If you knew them all – the universally Italian American, with a few odd nationalities, like Armenians, thrown in – you’d laugh.   
One hot summer day the kids were sparce. July, the time for families to take the car and the kids for a week or two somewhere, anywhere, though not too far away. For we were not wealthy. None of us. Hershey Pennsylvania or Virginia Beach would be a very special trip.
With nothing to do, and few kids to do it with, Judy, Claire, and myself came up with a brilliant idea.  We needed a boy and the only one available was my brother. 
We were 8 and 9. Judy and Claire were cousins and lived across the street from each other. My brother was a year and a half younger than me, at 6-1/2.   
The plot was simple.  We corralled him into the small bathroom in our basement, the one that was designated for handwashing while doing loads of wash or relieving oneself if you were in the small backyard. It had a shower, but the whole room was tiny. Floor space might have been 4′ x 21/2′ or so, but we managed to entice him in with the promise of showing him something.
Poor Jim. He was small. A tiny thing at age six and outnumbered 3 to 1.  
“We want to see you pull down your shorts,” we said in unison. 
Jimmy wasn’t prepared for this, but for his age was tough. “No,” he looked at us with disbelief that I can still see in my mind’s eye. “Why would I want to do that?”   That was a good question and we had the answers. We were going to show him our “tops.” After he pulled down his pants we would pull up our shirts, we explained. 
Now this wasn’t fair, of course, and it didn’t seem fair to him at the time, either. We should pull down our pants too he said. A fair amount of negotiation took place.
Would we pull down our pants and pull up our shirts?  That didn’t seem right either. We certainly didn’t need to see what was under his shirt: that would be a two for one deal for him.
After what must have been “forever,” he finally agreed. He pulled down his pants very quickly then pulled them back up. White jockey shorts!
That wasn’t the deal, we howled! Everything had to come down! More negotiations resulted in an agreement that one of us had to lift our shirt first for that.  
Why is was me, I do not know. Maybe because I was the youngest of the girls.  It certainly wasn’t because I didn’t have any problems with my brother seeing my flat chested chest. I did. The modesty that begins to arise around that age was in full force.   
I did it. It was a flash. My t-shirt went up and down as quickly as his trousers went down and up. 
Again the standoff.  He had made a deal. We instisted he stick to it.  Jimmy continued to persist, enlisting the tough stubbornness he maintains today as a manager of 100+ New York City engineers and contract negotiator for the city. Judy and Claire were next. They did it, mimicking my swift action. Claire, the oldest, had small buds: a poorly timed blink would have meant missing them.  
Nonetheless, there was no bargaining power left for my brother. Reluctantly and swiftly the whole business came down and we all got to catch a glimpse.
My brother, now, at 45 is – as they say – “hung.”  He also has none of the modesty we all had back then when he was as a six year old. If he emerges from his bedroom of our Montauk family house wearing only underwear, as he is known to do many morning, I have to avert my eyes. A flash of the memory from that summer day hits me, with no small amount of embarrassment and shame.  
Now he is no longer a skinny little kid. His torso is sculpted and he walks about as if he’s a Calvin Klein Underwear model, rubbing his abs in an Alpha male gesture to indicate hunger that should be addressed by the women of the house. 
Perhaps size matters;  There is no mistaking the size he carries around with him and the lack of resemblance to the tiny circumcised penis we girls got a glimpse of in 1971.   
And yes. We did get “caught.” The negotiations must have run overtime, into dinner, which was always promptly at 5:00pm.  No sooner had my brother revealed himself, my mother banged on the door. “What are you all doing in there? Get out right now.” Emphasis on right. 
“Nothing. We’re doing nothing,” we said, as all four of us filed out of the bathroom.
Do you have a playing doctor story?
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August 14, 2011
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Hi Anita,The only thing I remember is when I was around 4 or 5 years old, a little girl let me watch her pull down her panties and pee in a squat position. I saw her pee come out and thought is looked strange. That is it. I think many kids do what you and your siblings did–it is normal. I have had friends tell me stories about their kids showing their stuff to friends. It is just curiosity.blessingsfrank
So has your brother ever mentioned this doctor game to you as an adult? This playing doctor bit stirs some of my memories, but I’m too tired to relate any of it ight now. Thanks for sharing this story. Highly relatable!
um…yes i have a “play doctor” story or should i say stories. lol
I have a couple of one as well with of course the neighborhood girls. By the time we were all 12-14 we have seen each of us naked in some doctor game. LOL brings up some fuzzy memories. 
i was offered a treat by anolder friend if i showed him my tiny penis
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In Finland, nudity is always right there in front of you because you go to the sauna with your family every week. You go with your cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and siblings so you never end up wondering what adults or the other gender looks like naked because you just know; you have seen naked people ever since you were born. Even though there was always nudity around, it was non-sexual nudity. For my family, it was like sex didn’t even exist. My mom didn’t even tell me anything about sex until after I was already having sex and had already gone out to get my own birth control.
What I missed out learning from my family, I just ended up learning in other ways. My grandparents were farmers and so I would spend my summers on their farm. There were cows and all other kinds of animals and when you are on a farm, you see certain things. I was probably four or five when I saw a cow being inseminated and cats fucking. It’s just this farm thing, things happen and it’s not a special or notable occurrence. It did give me a bit of an idea though about what all of these parts were for.
Around this time, like a lot of other kids, I was playing doctor with my friends. In terms of gender, my friend group was pretty equally mixed but I only wanted to play doctor with the girls. I wasn’t at all interested in the boy parts; only the girl parts. Just exploring someone’s between the legs area gave me this weird feeling in my pelvis that I really enjoyed. Of course now I know it was the feeling of being turned on, but at the time I didn’t know what it was and didn’t have a name for it. But I was totally into it. I often pushed my friends into playing doctor; there were even some times where I might have even pushed too much. I was really adamant and maybe a little aggressive or forward. I also have a younger sister and once I was spying on her and her friend playing doctor and I again got this weird feeling in my pelvis but I didn’t know what to do with it. I didn’t have this idea that I should touch somewhere to touch the feeling it was just there.
There was one friend in particular that I used to play with a lot, I was touching her vagina and she said she didn’t like it because it kind of hurt. I think when you are so small, the vagina is really sensitive so you can’t really put things in it. But then I found out that the asshole worked better so I started putting my finger inside her ass. I don’t know when I had learned this, maybe from cows or something but I had figured out the concept of penetration so I think I was just trying to find a place to penetrate. The vagina didn’t work and I hadn’t heard about the clitoris so that part of the vagina wasn’t interesting because there was no hole, so I just moved on to anywhere else I could try to penetrate.
Another one of my really good friends was a boy and even though we were always playing together, we would never play doctor. I was just never interested. We were always playing more “boy stuff” like building houses in the forest and driving his pedal car. We had great times but I never wanted to play doctor with him, instead, I just wanted him to tell me that he loved me and he never did. I think I got this from TV or something; that this is what men and women do, they tell each other that they love one another. I wanted to play doctor with the girls but with the boy, I only wanted him to love me.
I loved to play doctor but the games totally ended when I went to school at seven years old. My friends and I never talked about it and never played in that way but there was this shame around my game, I somehow got the information that it was something that was not ok. Soon after I stopped, some of my parents’ friends came to visit. They had a son who was one year older than me and he and I played family together; he was the father and I was the mother. He started telling me about this thing that adults do and he explained to me. We had a Finnish name for it, ähkiä,
 when you make this grunting sound. The word might not actually exist, it could just be a word that the kids in my circle used, probably because they heard their parents making this agh agh agh sound. It’s a very onomatopoeic word for that sound. It’s maybe a mix between a grunt and a moan; though moan is often sexy but ähkiä is much broader, it could for example be the sound you make when you take a dump. So he told me about the things that adults do when they ähkiä. He explained that the man took the penis and put it into the vagina. Then he asked if I would like to see his penis. I kind of hesitantly said ok but as I said, I wasn’t really interested in penises. Maybe because I didn’t have a smaller brother and all of my cousins were all girls so there was no penis around except my dads and dad’s penis is just not interesting. We had this walk in closet in my room so we went there and he was showing me his penis and he asked me to touch it. I did but it was kind of gross and I just wanted to leave. Then later everyone was at the sauna and after the adults finished, we decided we wanted to go to the sauna together. It was kind of controversial because I think we were at the age where we were still kids so our parents probably thought it’s just kids going to the sauna but I got the feeling my mom was a bit unsure if this was ok because he was a little bit older than me.
When we came out of the sauna to the shower room, he said let’s try to do this thing now where we put the penis in the vagina. I was kind of backing into the corner and he was coming towards me with his penis. It made me feel kind of uncomfortable, it wasn’t turning me on at all. I was just a little bit scared so I said I need to go and pushed him away. It was scary. I don’t even remember what his penis looked like I just remember that it was scary and I didn’t really want that. Afterwards my mom told me that it’s not ok to play with your private parts. I don’t really remember what she said but I remember that I felt kind of like embarrassed and thought maybe she had even seen us. Afterwards I got the idea that sexuality was somehow shameful and for the next few years I didn’t search out or participate in anything sexual with other people. I think this too much penis too soon was too shocking and then also having this guilt of my mom talking to me about it was too much.
Even though I stopped trying to push for sexual situations to happen, I was still incredibly curious about my own anatomy. One time my best friend and I were wondering if you bleed from your vagina when you have periods, where does the pee come from? Is it the same hole? Now I would just Google it but we were really confused at the time. We decided we would try and pee and see where the pee came from and I found out it was a different hole, which was really interesting and way better than Googling it. I have always kind of been the person who just goes and figures it out if I am curious about something. I also read a lot and I would read almost any book I could get, even if they were adult books. By the time I was nine I was reading books with sex scenes and they kind of turned me on but I never tried to do anything about it. I was just enjoying this feeling that would develop in my pelvis. There were also these magazines they had in Finland for young people that usually had two or three erotic stories in each issue. I would read these stories for years and get this feeling in my pelvis that I didn’t know what to do with.
When I was thirteen, I was home alone and I had already read about orgasms somewhere and I knew people had them but I had no idea what it was really. I was reading this erotic story and it got me horny so I decided ok now I am going to find out what this orgasm thing is. From my reading I knew that I needed something I could use as a dildo. I found this travel case for a toothbrush, which was perfect because it wasn’t too big and I figured I might be able to fit it in. I had used tampons so I could kind of gauge what I was doing. I started with the toothbrush case and touching myself, I didn’t know what I liked, I didn’t even know what a clitoris was. And then I just came! It couldn’t have taken that long because if it had, I would have probably given up. I remember so well just lying in bed looking at the ceiling thinking OH MY GOD HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS! Something opened in my sky. After that I masturbated every single evening for many, many years. I don’t know how it took me so long to try.
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