In kindergarten I insisted on being a witch for Halloween. My mother said that a boy witch would be called a warlock, but I insisted on being a “regular” witch. I made my own costume, and won first prize.
When I was about 6 or 7, there was a kid in my neighborhood who would willingly pull down his pants and underpants whenever anyone asked him to. I remember asking him to a lot. He always had an erection, and I always got a funny feeling “down there.” On one memorable occasion, my mother came running out of the house, yelling, because this kid was standing in the middle of the street with his pants down.
I remember listening to “My Fair Lady” til it practically wore out. But I wasn’t the person actually playing it; it was my father (don’t even go there).