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of the time - when I look back now at the things I did I shudder to think of my own kids ever doing most of the things I got up to. Mum and Dad hardly ever knew about the trouble I got into, sometimes it would come back to bite me on the arse of course like if the police were involved, but mostly I misbehaved my way to adulthood with little to stop me.
    I have always been fascinated with building. I had the biggest Lego collection of any of my friends, mostly bought out of wages I earned helping people out with groceries, gardening and car cleaning. I didn’t mind working, still don’t - that is one good thing about me. I saw work as a necessary evil if I wanted to do the things I really enjoyed, like the Lego when I was younger and much less legal things as I got older.
    I was about 14 when I really started to get into a place that could cause serious problems. I started hanging out with a group of older guys, mostly in their twenties who were all into more kinds of shady activity than you can shake a stick at. Introduced quite early on to soft drugs like weed, by the time I was 18 I was not only hooked on all kinds of drugs, but was also working for the Big Man as a courier and enforcer.
    Hey you know what, I’m not going into any more detail about that; I am sure you all get the picture. Going back to when I was 14, it wasn’t only drugs that had my interest; I had two other great loves, building and girls. To be honest, apart from the fact that underage sex is illegal, these two passions were the things that stopped me from being dead by the time I was 20. I would spend a huge amount of time in the local woods, making dens in the undergrowth, digging into places and making shelters underground that were spacious enough for a couple of people and a crate of beer. One of my friends had an older brother and was always able to get smokes and booze even if we couldn’t get beer. Those shelters were possible death traps but with the pig headed stubbornness only known to teenage boys, I was convinced I was invulnerable and spent lots of time in these dens. Fortunately the fates were kind and I never had more than the odd scrape or bruise, though once again I shudder to think of all the danger I could have been in!
    This all changed about halfway through my 14 th year when I suddenly realised that those strange alien creatures who occupied my school with me, girls, were in fact rather nice. I found myself thinking more and more about them. My friend’s brother would also give him his old porn magazines which we also kept in “The Bunker” as we proudly called it. We had looked through them often enough, taking the piss out of each other and sometimes jerking off to them if no one else was around. A bit risky that, even if no one was there at the time, you never knew who was going to turn up while you were mid wank!
    About the same time we all jumped to the realisation that the local girls were built the same way as the ones in the books and we started getting ideas about seeing girls’ tits and pussies in real life – full Technicolor you might say! It was a real eye opener, a bit like going to the movies these days and watching in 3D. We quickly sussed out that taking girls to The Bunker to make out with them was not going to happen. The only girls we knew that would even contemplate going down there were tomboys and would have punched our lights out if we tried anything on with them!
    So it was time to abandon The Bunker and in true primitive man style we took to the trees. Some of those tree-houses I built were really amazing, structurally sound with lots of appliances in them that I designed and built myself. Although tree house building started as a way to have somewhere to screw (hopefully!) for me it quickly became more than that. My folks were more than a little surprised when I asked if I could join the library but they readily agreed, both felt that reading would settle me down a bit. So I accessed the library