When I was little, the boy across the way had the name 'Dale'. So I got to be Roy Rogers and he had to be Dale. We were good buddies til one day when my dad was working there doing something with the corn in the field. I had to go bad, and ran toward the outhouse. Dale was faster and when he saw me running, he took off and got there first, went inside and locked the door. I was in bad need and he made me made outrunning me so I figured I'd check to see if he really had to go or if he was just keeping me from going. I found a knot hole and peeked. About that time, I flew into the air and across my dad's knee. He paddled my butt and shamed me for looking at a boy in the outhouse. Up til then, I hadn't known there was any difference...