When I was a child, my father would sometimes take us out for a "spin" in his Austin 7.

There weren't many cars in rural Tyrone then. Often we'd have to wait ages at a cross-roads for a game resembling the French Boules to reach a conclusion; it seemed to consist of rolling an iron ball as far as possible in a straight line along the road. Even that early I'd no interest in sport but the pretty girls from nearby villages would often be out looking attractive and sexy and that was my pleasure - well before puberty. I think sexuality develops much earlier than is given credit for.