My summer learning about sex
He was an old man and I was 11 years old, I learnt a lot that summer. I will never forget Mr Larkin. It was summer and I was 11 years old, we couldn’t go on holiday that year because money was tight, and so the summer school break seemed to last forever, normally that would have been great but as all of my friends and most of the kids and families on my street had got on holiday, I was pretty much by myself with no one to hang out and play with. One day I was sitting on the fence at the end of my garden and Mr Larkin, an elderly man who lived down at the bottom of the street was walking down the road carrying garden tools, he was in his …