My story,
I was born at a very early age. We were poor, so I was born at home. When my mother saw me, she was rushed to the hospital.
My mom used to bath me in the bath tub. She would turn on the water, and if I turned red, she would add some cold water. If I turned blue, she would add some warm water.
My father was a very demanding man. When I was 5 years old, he said to me one day, "Smith, how old are you." (He could never remember my first name.) I said I was 5. He said, "Smith, I am ashamed of you, when I was your age, I was ten already."
When I was ten, I was sitting in the living room on a cold wintry day in front of a roaring fire. My father came home from work and was rather upset, because we didn't have a fire place.
I was very shy as a child. I used to come home from school with bruise marks where other kids touched me with ten foot poles.
Now, moving on to my teen years, my mother told me that I should not touch myself in certain places and if I did I would go blind. Well, I decided to touch myself only until I needed glasses.
Well, I never needed glasses until I was 45 years old, and the whole experience was well worth it.
I hope you enjoyed the joy that I enjoyed. If so, share your joy with us and email your joy to a girl named Joy.
