Cyprus

1987 -- Ah, Cyprus. There were heaps of kids here, and for the most part we ended up in cliques. My brother and I were hated for some reason, which was never validated. I made fast friends with a girl named Brandy and spent most of my days with her. She had a rigid curfew, though, and this made it difficult for me, for I had none, not really. When I felt hungry I went home for dinner and then stayed, but hers was at 5pm sharp.

The yacht was on the slipway, and one day I was coming down the ladder with my hands full—foolishly—and I fell. I conked my head and was out for quite a while, and when I awoke I was blind. I could not see, but I could hear voices. My mother soothed me and didn't appear worried (on hindsight she must have been scared) so I felt okay about it and drifted off to sleep. Next time I awoke I could see fine.

Coby was at this place—one of the many places that we met up with The Wisecat and the Wise family. I walked in on the father, Phil (not my father) as he was masturbating. He was one of the few men I'd seen naked at this stage, and I was … captured … by the sight of him, er, doing things. His son was there with me, and he was pretty unperturbed by seeing his father in full glory. It was one hell of a sight, I must admit.

It was a nice stay in summer, and there were a lot of children with whom my brother and I played there. I must say that it was fun.