Share 'The day I went Mad'

When I was about eight or nine my innocent little world was stealthily invaded by something so incredibly immoral that I felt for that my parents would banish me to Leavenworth if they caught me at it (as if I knew what Leavenworth was at eight years old).  The source of my early corruption came in the form of a periodical I discovered in my older brother's closet.  It was so very adult.  It was…