When I was a kid my parents had a beach house on a popular lake and it was right next to a boat launch. There were concrete stairs that led from our yard to the sidewalk.
The nearest gas station was about fifteen minutes away. Men would just pee right on the road or into the lake, women would let themselves into our yard and pee there.
During the summer we moved out there, but my parents still commuted into the city for work leaving me alone. I would watch the show for hours, I rarely ever had to wait more than half an hour. When they were out of sight I would go admire the puddles. I always wanted to "accidentally" walk in on them but I never worked up the courage.
My parents knew I was distraught when they sold the place, but I could never explain why.
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