When I was a about 10 or 11, sometimes I overnighted with my 80 y/o
great uncle and his wife at his country farm house. I loved to stay with
them because she was such a great cook (man, could she cook!!!) and
he told great ghost stories and war stories, His father had been a 16 y/o
soldier in the "War Between the States" (the US "Civil War" 1861-1865)
and told him stories about the war when he was a small child.
My uncle would sit in his rocking chair on the porch, with a hunting dog
across his lap and playing with his long ears, blowing smoke rings with his
cigar and then he would lay back in the chair....his faded blue and watery
eyes seeing things in his distant childhood that were long gone....and then
would he would start repeating his father's war stories.
One day, he came out on the porch and sat on the edge of the porch. I
had been playing underneath the porch. I saw his bare legs hanging over
the edge of the porch floor, and thought I would sneak up and grab his
feet and say Boo! At the time I didn't know that he was nude since all I
saw was his legs. As I got closer to his legs, I noticed a long tan looking
sack that looked like it was made of chamois and filedl with what looked like
a lot of marbles. At first I thought it was my marble bag, but realized it was
too large and not dirty enough to be mine. It was dark under the porch, but
as I got closer I noticed that the sack was about 6+" long, was full of wrinkles
and had some hair all over it. When I crawled out I realized that what I had
been looking at was my great uncle's huge and low hanging scrotum and balls.
I had never seen anything so ugly before and hope I never do again. I ran to
the barn and got sick.
Garth33, it's taken me a lifetime to forget that awful day...why did you
have to remind?