I don't remember it real well, but I was probably 4 or 5 when I got one from my mom. I remember not liking it at the time, and as far as I can recall I only got it that one time. I don't even remember exactly why, but I was probably sick to my stomach in some way. Through the years after that, I would remember that one time I got it, and think about it. I remembered some sort of "weirdness" about the way it felt, and I longed to experience that sensation again.
So, as a kid my family moved from one town to another, and my parents were real bad about not fully unpacking after moving. For the longest time, we had all of these old boxes piled up in our garage, full of all of the crap that was boxed up for the move, but never unboxed. Sometimes, I would get bored, and I would go out into the garage, and start going through those boxes, one by one, looking for interesting things. I would find my dad's old books, and grab the ones that looked interesting and worth a read. Little by little, I made my way around the garage, and looked through each box, one by one.
This wasn't all at once. Every week or two, I would go out there and find a box that I hadn't looked through yet, and I would have some fun snooping around. Most of the boxes were pretty uninteresting, a bunch of old clothes, and random crap. But one day, I was home alone, and decided to go looking through boxes again. I was probably around 14-15 years old. I picked a box that I hadn't looked through yet, opened it up, and started digging. Lo and behold, I found the box for that old fountain top combination syringe! I couldn't believe my eyes, this is the thing that I remembered from early in my childhood, that had given me such weird sensations.
However, now I was a male who had just gone through puberty, and was all too familiar with sexual pleasure. I wanted so badly to experience those weird sensations again, now that I understood sexual pleasure a lot more, and see if they were the same thing. I put everything back in the box, except for my new found best friend, and closed the box back up. I brought the bag back inside, and knew exactly what to do with it. I went into the bathroom. locked the door, and filled that thing up with warm water. I probably put some soap in it as well, since that was how mom did it when I was little.
I hung the bag from a towel rod, laid down on the floor, and took a bag full of water. It was a lot easier than I remembered it being as a young kid, but it was definitely a challenge to take the entire bag, although I managed. Most importantly, it felt incredible! And I confirmed to myself, that yes indeed, the strange sensations that I experienced as a little kid, were the same thing as sexual stimulation that I was all too familiar with as a teenager getting in touch with his sexuality post-puberty. Now I'm 35 years old, and have been addicted to enemas ever since that fateful day.