If you could go back in time what age would you be?

I would like to go back and visit the ten-year period from 1953 through 1963. ... As I recall it now, I don't think there is very much, if anything, I would change.

You are a very lucky person if there is nothing about your childhood you wished to change. 😃

A late friend of mine used to always say about going back in time that he would have started Much earlier, done a Lot more, .....and would have charged.

Dan

How does the song go?

"I wish that I knew what I know now

When I was younger.

I wish that I knew what I know now

When I was stronger."

I think the mid to late 70's would be the time for me ... provided I get to keep the knowledge I have now. That was my first exposure to enemas and erotic feelings. Plus, I simply love the women's styles back then ... soft and feminine. The sexual revolution was still sort of strong ... and girls (even the 'good' ones) were very much into dressing in such a manner as to make a young man's heart (not to mention other things) explode!

If I could go back to my early teens with the knowledge that many people have enema fetishes I would have been more forward when I was dating about introducing women to enema sex. I would have been far less frustrated. I might have also planned a trip to the Sherema clinic when I hit 21.

It will have to be from age 8 to 9 1/2, I missed out on alot of stuff for being hospitalized for so long time, would like a second chances to relive that time but out of the hospital and be a normal healthy kid.

Age 4 was when I got most of the enemas that I remember:

My mother would put me up on the table, and take off my bottom clothing. She would reveal the bulb and container of soapy water. She would push my legs up, so that my thighs were on my chest, and my bottom was helplessly exposed. She wold draw water into the bulb, put it into my bottom and squeeze in the strongly laxative soapwater. I could feel the irritation as she was injecting it, and it felt *sooo* good! The pressure would increase, with the irritation, so that I would say "ooo, ooo", to let off some of the stress of frustrated peristalsis. She would hold my bottom shut while injecting and refilling and reinserting. Eventually, she could somehow tell when I was correct in saying "I gotta go potty". Once transferred to the potty, I would expel, with considerable discomfort, all those little balls of constipation. Eventually, it would be over, I was relieved, crying from the discomfort of laxative-enema induced cramping. Then I wanted it all over again. But I never got it, until she was ready, some weeks later.

It would be the ages of 12 to 14. I would go to visit my Aunt Betty (mom's sister) for a week and she liked to give me enemas because she knew I liked them. She had no children at the time. I would get naked and lay over a large footstool. She would take her time and lube me VERY well and give me an enema, she would then wrap me in a towel and hold me on her lap while I held the bag. Most often she would rub my penis until I ejaculated. then send me to expel the bag. Usually I would get a second bag and another ejaculation. This usually happened about 5 days out of the 7 I was there. Happy memories!!

I go back 17 years .....

As I've said before it WOULD be interesting to go back to the early 1970 when my Mom was getting a lot of enemas, and be the fly on the wall, where no one knows I'm there. and find out what she really went through,

Maybe the late 1970s when my parents were first engaging in enema play with each other

I'm very hard on myself about some things and always wish I could make them different. When I look back over my life, I always find somthing I'm dissatisfied with. I think I'm best letting the past be what it was and going forward and continuing to do my best to improve each chance I get.

I will tell you about one of my fantasies. I would choose to be about 8 years old. My Uncle used to give my female cousin enemas on Saturday mornings. In this scenario, I would spend a Friday night with her and on Saturday morning, I would tell my Uncle that I have a belly ache. (So I could see what his soapsuds enemas were really like.) One time while visiting at their house, I heard my cousin crying loudly in the bathroom while she was getting an enema, saying her stomach hurt. My Aunt told my Mom that she was getting a soapsuds enema that day. I would have also asked for one of his homemade soap suppositories, as (according to my Grandma) he administered them on a regular basis.

Mine would be 20 years ago when the neighbor lady was always needing something repaired. Once she told me of her invalid nephew that needed regular enemas. In my fantasy i develop that remark into a happining.

Since I'm a modern day hippie, I would say between the sixties and seventies. I don't fit in to modern society.

I would like to be age 5 again, the age I was when Mom gave me my first enema that I have written about on another thread that I can remember, lying on my back on the bath mat, her holding my legs up and getting that soapy water enema with the infant's enema syringe. I remember her inserting the nozzle, squeezing the enema into me and then refilling the enema syringe and repeating it several times to give me that first enema. I just wish she had kept on giving me regular enemas until I was much, much older. Constipation was as a kid and always has been a problem for me my whole life.

I'd go back to my Vietnam days, strange as that may seem, and the decade that followed.

Why Vietnam? Because I met a beautiful and totally anal young lady there, and we had incredible sex. I had an assignment where nobody was shooting at me, very lucky.

When I got home I had a lot of enema adventures, but to be able go to Mildred Burgess for her fantastic enemas and colonics, I probably would increase the number to at least weekly, maybe even more.

Of course going back just a few years when I was shooting enema videos with some incredibly beautiful women wouldn't be bad either.

The there were those childhood play sessions with Janet and Donna...

Wow, I have been lucky, so I wouldn't mind living all of it over again, except 4th grade, and a teacher that bullied me and encouraged my classmates to do so as well! It probably took me a decade or more to get over the trauma caused by Mrs. Madeline Kingston.

I would do time travel different than the usual type. I would take all my memories, knowledge, ecperiences, personality etc. that is contained in my brain right now and send them back to the day that I was born. That way I would know everything that is going to happen to me and the world and everyone that I know for the next 37 years. I would be an ab/dl klismo from the day I was born. I would graduate high school at 8. I would know what lotto numbers to play when, etc.

I think ssoulenema has the right idea except I would start at about 10 yoa.

The warm soapy water did feel good.after a while my penis did get hard especially when my mother and grandmother went from the bulb to the bag and more was injected.

When I was six and a very buxom babysitter wanted to give me an enema. I had a stiffie as soon as she asked, "how does your mother give you an enema"? I was too shy to tell her I was put on the table on my back. but I kept thinking I wish she would "guess right" unfortunately, she never did.

I would want to go back to 1957 not to get enemas which I was getting then because I hate them but because Cars had fins and women wore skirts with garters. I can remember laying on the bed and watching mom get dressed and snapping her stockings into her garters. Man those were the days! Of course I'd also be dead because they didn't do quad bypasses back then either.

One of my favorite questions

It's getting better all the time.

My husband and I are in love, our older daughter graduates with her masters in actuarial science next week and landed a job with a huge NY accounting firm (so she will be a little fish in a big pond for a while), our younger daughter is still thrilled with her program, their need for us as parents supporting them is nearing the end (I hope) and the circle of life continues. . . .

WHY would I want to go back???

Today. I am married to a wonderful man, no we do not always see eye to eye and have our little spats, but we do have a really great relationship. Besides he is really good looking and he is all mine. Our daughter and her husband have struggled to find their way in life with their jobs but they seem to have turned the corner and better days are ahead.

I have my little granddaughter of which I am sure people get tired of me gushing over, get used to it as It is not going to stop. I found contentment with my garden and flowers so much that I really wish I had more land. Could never imagine that 10 years ago, just don't look at my fingernails.

The only thing I wish I could turn back the clock is for our parents to be younger. Something we are facing and will have to address much sooner than we want.

Like many others, I'm reasonably satisfied with my present circumstances. I sometimes wonder how I survived some of those varied challenges and am quite fortunate in many ways.

There are times when I'd like to take advantage of some missed opportunities or to correct or apologize for some errors that may have offended people I crossed paths with.

Age has also presented some challenges that confirm that getting older is challenging.

I suppose that a time machine would present the most ideal arrangement. To go back for a short term could certainly be interesting. It's probably a good thing that I didn't know then, what I know now...or is it?

I’ve been blessed to have many wonderful milestones that I cherish. Meeting life’s challenges and blending my personal likes have made me a complete human being. Personal kinks have been enormously rewarding as have been my meeting similar people to share. I wish I was closer to my Zity family. Instead of a particular age or event I’d like to redo it all.

..... our older daughter graduates with her masters in actuarial science next week and landed a job with a huge NY accounting firm ...

Wow!!! I took the first two actuarial exams and then took a job in aerospace.. Decided it would be easier to be a Rocket Scientist!! Congrats to your daughter. That's an elite group.

Both girls got the high level "math gene" from their father.

I never received enemas growing up so no going back for those. I don't care for them any way.

The only change I would make would to have my sub confess his need to have me be in charge sooner. Then we could have settled in to our proper roles without having the kids around. Their possible interupting some"fun" sexual adventure did put a bit of a damper on it. Keeping and ear open to the sound of tiny feets approaching.

Now it isn't as big of matter. They are old enough to know what is what. They just go back up stairs and leave us to it. Sex happens, they just ignore the creaking bed springs.

Now it isn't as big of matter. They are old enough to know what is what. They just go back up stairs and leave us to it. Sex happens, they just ignore the creaking bed springs.

These days the kids, especially underage, could tell a teacher and you could be arrested for child abuse and other sexual crimes.

You could be the subject of a witch hunt like my friend who almost lost her children because she walked down her driveway to get the mail while her five year old was sick in the house when the attendance officer called.