I once asked my dad about his earliest memory. I guess after 60 some years of living, those childhood memories begin to fade. He almost drew a blank. One he did remember was from his grade-school era... Maybe 4th grade? It was remembered due to high emotional content. Namely, the emotion of embarrassment. He was dressed up in a suit for a relatives wedding. He was at the church. Not his church. An unfamiliar one. Though young, my dad was a man... Still is. Though not as young these days. Time has a way of doing that.. But back then, even though of young age, he still followed true to the male stereotype. Evolutionary genetics I suppose... He didn't like to ask directions. Even when the directions needed were how to find the nearest bathroom. He was a resourceful lad, or so he thought. And, he was a lad who had to pee. That 10 year old brain started clickin' and clunkin' "It's sorta okay for men to pee outside..?" he thought. Well sort of. He found a nice spot