JUNE
I pass Grade 4 at A/V/M Morfee Elementary School.
SUMMER
Chuck Horsfeld and I lie in a sleeping bag made from blankets in the back yard. Under cover, we begin to touch and compare our penises when we suddenly hear his mother call out to him in an angry voice.
Chuck shuffles his pants up, gets out, and runs quickly to his house.
Feeling guilty and frightened, I leave the sleeping bag and hurry to the playground where I wander around in a daze and wonder if mum and dad will hear about what Chuck and I were doing.
When I realize I can't stay at the playground for the rest of the day, I eventually trudge home. My parents aren't there.
I go to my bedroom.
An hour later, the door suddenly bangs open. An enraged look on his face, dad rushes in. As I try to leap from my bed, he grabs me, yanks down my pants and underpants, and then lays into me repeatedly with his belt. He makes me promise not to do anything like that again. Tears cascading down my cheeks, I scream, “I promise! I promise!" as I tenderly cover my rosy, burning bum with my hands.
A week later, in his bedroom, my friend, Travis, and I pull down our pants to touch and compare our penises...
As I think back, now, that really seems to have been a rather harsh punishment Dad gave me, and I can’t help wondering if there was some other psychological motive behind it on his part.
Dad and I join Greenwood’s Cub Pack ‘D’.
Dad and I go to a cub camp at Lake Sixty.
I'm sitting on the leg at left
SEPTEMBER
I enter Grade 5 at Kingston Bible College Academy. My home room teacher is E E Morris.
I daresay—and I can think of no other reason why—my parents probably put me in K.B.C.A. in hopes that the strict religious Baptist atmosphere would help curb my sexual inquisitiveness. It didn't. However, I did enjoy the daily morning services in the chapel when we all sang those ‘old time gospel hymns’ and that certainly had an influence on my later musical interests and composing.
