"a natural woman."

I have heard that during my first year my mother detected my
nurse in the act of putting a morphine powder on my tongue for
the purpose of keeping me quiet. I was subject to convulsions at
this period, and narrowly escaped a permanent hernia. My family
tell me that from the beginning I was a well-developed and boyish
boy, full of mischief, impulsive, good to look upon, unusually
affectionate, beloved by all.

In my third year I took pleasure in crawling under the bed with
my boy-cousin who was nine months my senior, and after we had
taken down our drawers, in kissing each other's nates. I do not
remember which of us first thought of this pastime.

At the age of 4 I gave myself a treat by gazing upward through a
cellar window at the nates of a woman who was defecating from
several feet above into a cesspool that lay beneath. It was
during this summer also that I frightened myself by pulling back
my prepuce far enough to disclose the purple glans, which I had
never seen before. But this act gave me no desire to masturbate.

When 5 years old, and living in a great city, I drew indecent
pictures in company with a little girl and her younger brother.
These pictures represented men in the act of urinating. The
penes were drawn large, and the streams of urine plainly
indicated. One afternoon I induced the boy to go to the
bath-room, lie on his back, and allow me to perform _fellatio_ on
him. I did not ask him to return the favor. I remember the
curious tar-like smell of his clothing and the region about his
genitals. It is possible that I gained my knowledge of _fellatio_
from an unknown boy of 10, who had induced me, during the
preceding summer to enter a sandy lot with him, watch him
urinate, and then, kneeling before him, commit _fellatio_. A year
later, as I was walking home in the rain to our summer cottage,
with an open umbrella over my shoulder, a boy of 15, who was
leaning against our fence, exhibited a large, erect penis, and
when I had passed him urinated upon me and my umbrella. I never
saw the boy again. I felt peculiarly insulted by his act. Back of
the house there lived a 12-year-old boy who invited me to watch
him defecate in the outdoor privy, and during the act told me a
number of indecent stories and words which I cannot remember.

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