To start this grand tale, we first must look at my humble roots. I've always had a very good memory, so the things I do remember are accurate, but I can't remember every detail from my small child days. When I was but a youngster, around the age of 5 or 6, I always wore windpants. That was exclusively the only thing I ever wore on my lower body, except for shorts during the summer. One day, while innocently watching TV while my parents were in another room, I stroked the remote in an accidental but blissful way. I began to experiment with this and was soon doing it almost every day.
This lead me to my grammas pool that I spent the days at during summer. Her pool naturally has a filter, and thus a small hole that blows air out. I was the right height so that if I stood against it it was fiercely pleasurable. My grandparents noticed this of course after a while and told me that a snake lived in the filter system. That put an end to that habit but not to my pleasure seeking in general. That was far, far, from over.