I grew up in the country.
One of the benefits of this, for me and my three brothers, was that we could pee anywhere we wanted. If we got the urge — no matter where we were — we’d just pull down our pants and take a whizz.
To the best of my knowledge, this is a luxury not enjoyed by city boys.
Best of all, we could pee off the back porch. Even if the bathroom were free, even if the bathroom were closer, even if there were no reason to pee off the back porch, we’d often choose to do so anyhow.
There was something particularly pleasing aboout the long, delicate arcs of urine we sent into the back lawn. Our favrorite target was the utility pole by the back door.
Sometimes we’d have pissing contests. We’d stand side-by-side and pee together: several long, delicate arcs of urine sent into the back lawn. Dad always won, of course: he had more advanced equipment.
It’s been a long time since I was able to pee off the back porch. In college, there were people who did so, but they generally got in trouble with Campus Safety. In Canby, peeing off the back porch would probably have been noticed by the neighbors.
Now, though &mdash now, I am free to pee off the back porch again!
Ah — life in the country…