When I was a child, in the summer I went to the beach with my parents, for a month, sometimes in July, other times in August.
My parents had got to know other families and obviously the long stay (then it was possible, today it would take thousands of euros, sigh), had meant that, even several evenings, we all spent together.
We children, on the beach, all played together and, practically all at the same times, we took a bath, which lasted until our hands with wrinkled skin .. 😃
I was about seven years old and one day I went to the cabin to change my swimsuit after a shower. Shortly before entering, the mother of the little girl I was playing with took her there and let her in with me. Probably, indeed, certainly, she was in good faith, innocently pure and convinced that we were two little angels. In reality the fact was that, at that moment.
In fact, we both took off our swimsuits and, for the first time, I saw what marked my life with a passion that is perhaps even greater than that for racing cars.
I remember the image of her, who, after taking off her bra (which in reality didn't hold anything) in a second and with a quick gesture and then lowering her panties, revealing an almost vertical cut, between two small hills like in a small apricot.
It was an absolutely unusual vision for me, who in any case was curious to know what and what was the difference between us boys and girls. What small cut stood out very well, white and pure, between the dark part of the tummy and the tanned thighs.
There was no malice, not even in her quick glance at my little pistol. It all lasted, perhaps, from closing the door until we went out, for a couple of minutes.
However, I remember that image as if this event had happened last week.
In my life, I've had a good job success, as an entrepreneur, but I think that, if I hadn't had the worm for the pussy, which distracted me, today I could easily have been celebrated as the inventor of the time machine or perpetual motion.