When I was still young and about to start school, I did something that I would unconsciously think about many times every year. Maybe it was out of curiosity about human bodies, or perhaps it was that unknown urge for exploration. I kept pestering my dad, insisting on seeing what his penis looked like. I begged for a long time, but every time he would shyly smile and cover his face with both his arms. Anyway, despite all my persistent harassment, he eventually showed it to me. But no matter how hard I tried to recall it, my memory no longer allowed me to see it clearly again.