I'm uncut and as a kid I thought I was a freak; I was the only uncut kid I knew and my cock "looked different" that the other kids. I never let any of the other kids see it (which, of course, would probably have been a good thing to do as they probably knew more than I and would have explained this to me.) I had never heard of such a thing as circumcision; my dad (who I found out was uncut when he was in a nursing home at the end of his life) never explained this to me so I spent my pre-teen years thinking that something was wrong.
I finally learned about circumcision while reading Dr. Spocks Child Rearing book that was in my family's basement on a bookshelf. I was maybe 10 or so. Then I think I was sort of pissed off at my parents for not getting me clipped.
Well, my friends, all of that has certainly changed. I am so happy to be intact; I love the look and feel of my uncut cock, and it's been quite a hit with my sex partners over the past 30 years. I will be forever greatful that my parents did not have me cut. What I used to think made me "different" really does make me different; however now I look at it as an asset rather than a liability. Just wish someone could have saved me some of the grief I felt when I was growing up; however, perhaps, that all helped me be proud today.