I do. I was actually prepubescent when I found my first porn. I was about five and the girl next door and I were playing as we did every afternoon. We were looking for magazines to cut up or something, and I remember I had found a big stack of National Geographics in my dad's home office. We grabbed all of them and noticed that there were other magazines underneath. Those other magazines were Penthouse and my dad had every one from 1979 onward. As I was five, that was . . . eleven year's worth of porn. The neighbor girl and I started playing doctor shortly after this discovery and subsequently told her parents where we'd gotten the idea. My mother was pretty mortified, but my dad thought it was pretty hilarious. I think he was a little bit proud. When I was 10, some friends and I organized a basketball tournament and the winning team would receive a backpack full of Victoria's Secret catalogs and a few ratty Playboys we found in the woods. I have never understood why people would stash porn in the woods, but whenever we'd go out to play there was always the vague hope of finding a stash somewhere.
Haha, I forgot all about porn in the woods, usually where the older kids would hang out, so you'd have to sneak out there when they were gone. I'm glad to know this wasn't just a phenomenon around me. I'll bet that's not a thing anymore, as I don't think anyone is leaving their iPads out there.
Somebody posted a short story here a while back about a kid that finds porn in the woods behind his baseball field. Anyone remember the title? It was good. scrimetime did you post it? Anyways, woods and porn were definitely a part of our childhood. EDIT: Here is the post I was referencing titled: You Will Never Sleep With a Woman Like That -GREAT READ.
Once I was the stasher of porn and not the finder. I lifted a Hustler from Barnes and Noble, as at age 12 other was no other easy way to get your hands on that sort of filth (my friends were babies, leaving the work to me, but fortunately at that time they didn't keep the porn behind the counter like they do now). We didn't have a clue what to expect, as we'd each seen Playboy but not anything dirtier. Anyway, you can imagine our bewilderment (borderline horror) at the sight of a woman in a black, crotchless, vinyl teddy with metal clothespin like things attached to it that were stretching her labia wide open. At that age, I had never come into contact or heard about S & M, so it was really a shock. Almost two decades have elapsed, and I have never been able to scrub that image from my mind. None of us had the guts to stash that in our sock drawer, so we ditched it in the woods.