One time when I was in middle school a friend of mine asked me to go on a church group trip to Six Flags with him. I thought, GREAT! Six Flags is fun!

Just to give you an idea what my weekend was like: In the parking lot of Six Flags, before we got out of the van, we all had to hold hands while the preacher prayed out loud to give us the strength not to look lustfully at members of the opposite sex that would be walking around the park in revealing clothing. He said it would be difficult, but with God's help, we could overcome our desire to look at another person with sexual desire.

I knew then . . . . . that I would have to wait until I got home to jack off to my soon to be memorized images of teeny bopper girls in pigtails wearing little cotton shorts. Oh well, my memory was still good back then.