It’s Never Too Late To Have a Happy Childhood.

The abrupt sound of women laughing and splashing caused me to look up and to my right. I was 10 years old and hanging out in my friend’s backyard in Merritt Island, Florida. We lived in a suburban neighborhood, filled with green grass and colorful brick houses. Kids roamed free and without worry and every house had a pool in its backyard. The sun blazed in the sky but ominous clouds threatened to block it out soon. I stood in the grass surrounding the netted pool enclosure, looking for bugs in the dirt— and that’s when I heard the splashing and laughing. I felt like a cat who’d just spotted a laser dot on the carpet. A sudden, irresistible sense of focus came over me. I pushed a wooden box against the brick wall. Then I carefully inched upwards with my chest along the bricks like a secret agent. I knew I was likely intruding on something. But I suspect the hormones in me were already burgeoning, and converging with my early habit of rule-bending. My eyes inched up over the wall and stretched wide. In front of me in the pool were four beautiful 20-something women — completely nude and unashamed. Two of them had sunglasses on and were talking while standing waist-deep in the water. The other two laid on floats, on their stomachs, with their rear ends bare to the sky. Margarita glasses sat near the edge of the pool, just waiting to fall in, break, and ruin the owner's day. <a href="https://medium.com/mind-cafe/its-never-too-late-to-have-a-happy-childhood-d65156144251">Visit Now</a>