OK, I really hope this doesn't degenerate... Do any of you guys have a moment you can recall when you realized that being really well hung was somehow special or different? (Not a moment when you realized *you* were hung, but that it had significance). I ask becasue on my way home from the coffee shop this morning I pass by a nursey/day care-type of school. Today, they were having pony rides. I was thinking about when I was a little kid and we had pony rides. Then I remembered that the first pony ride was when I saw the pony's huge dick and thought how lucky he was and at 7 or 8, it dawned on me what it meant to be 'hung like a horse' and why it was different. The pony this morning was the same way; it's dick hung nearly to the ground.