complained to my father that although my qualifications were better than most of the other students, I was not studying properly. My father scolded me but didn't punish me, saying that I must study. This was the drop of water that spilled the glass! Had that teacher noticed some detail about me? I don't know.

I was always looking for privacy. Because of this, I preferred a particular room in a secluded part of the house. Here I had discovered a supply of no-longer-used clothing of my mother's. I spent hours and hours with these treasures. I don't remember when it was that I spotted the pair of high heel shoes, but I slid my feet into them and was delighted. I stepped happily across the room in them. And so I began to appreciate the happy pleasure of seeing my legs beneath skirts. Almost daily I walked secretly in that secluded room.

This extracurricular activity began to affect my education. Naturally I didn't have time to study, and I told my father I did not want to continue school. He tried to convince me that I should continue, since I was only 13 years old. But I did not hear him, and left school to work in a garage.

Here I worked long, hard hours. I was not so much interested in the hard work, long hours and low pay as I was in distracting my mind. I thought this would make a man of me.

One day I noticed a certain girl as I was going home. I was attracted to her very much. I began to notice her often, and wanted very much to be able to know her and to speak to her. At the shop all my buddies discussed their various girlfriends, but I never mentioned her since I had never even had the courage to talk to her. Many times I was on the verge of speaking to her, but each time I failed, and each time I became more discouraged.

One Sunday I pretended to have a headache so that I would not have to go with my family on their usual evening promenade

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