I’ll start this story at the point when I was six and having finally achieved total dryness both nighttime and daytime. The story in set in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, in the middle of the fifties, in the west end. It has always been a big topic of wonderment about how it starts. Is it hereditary or does it take a special set of circumstance to configure itself. Is it blamable to one person, or is it a result on set of uncontrollable events that no one controls but every one plays a part.

The first player of this story was at the park where I often played. The park was a fenced in square that had benches along the sides for parents or sitters to sit on and watch the children and they played on the swings, monkey bars, slides, teatter toddlers, marry go- round and a big sandbox.

The first time that I really noticed diapers was when a mother, while lifting her daughter up to the monkey bars, exposed her diapers and plastic rumba pants. The little girl was nearly as old as I was, a very big toddler. As she hung down from the bars, her diapers were even more exposed, the plastic rumba pants shinning in the sun light. As the afternoon passed I had many views of her diapers and wondered why she still needed them. At one point the mother lifted her skirt, checked her diaper by feeling her diaper under the leg elastics of her plastic pants. Then she pulled her plastic rumba panties down, showing a very wet, yellowed, pin-on cloth diaper. She then laid her back on the bench and unpinned the diaper, putting it aside, and getting a clean diaper out of a bag she was carrying. She motioned to the girl to lift up and she slid the clean diaper under her, bringing the diaper up between her legs and pining it with two pins. Then back to the bag for some clean ordinary white plastic pants, shaking them out first, directing the girl to put her feet through the leg holes and then pulling them up with a slight lift, over the clean diaper. At this moment another mother showed up and sat on the same bench. You could tell they were talking about the diapers and the little girl as the mother lifted her skirt and showed the other mother the little girls diapers and how they fitted, pulling back the elastic at the waist and leg bands and then getting an other pair out of her bag and showing her how big they were by stretching them out and holding them over the ones the little girl already had on. They talked for a while and during that time the mother invited me to play with her, witch I did. I was fascinated with the diapers and how the plastic pants looked each time the girl came down the slide and I got a chance to catch her at the bottom, sometimes feeling the plastic pants. I think it was how the plastic gathered around her legs and kept all the diaper inside that really excited me. I wondered why she wasn’t embarrassed by her diapering, actually she looked quite comfortable. It was like it was normal for her to be diapered this way.

As time went by, I did not see the same mother and girl at the park again, but because I was now more interested, I did see many other older children diapered at the park. Some of them looked embarrassed and for others it was not important. One time a five year old boy had an accident and wet himself while playing. His mother was setting with another lady when she noticed his condition. She called him over and scolded him about being wet and how he wasn't a baby any more. The other lady offered her a diaper and plastic pants for the boy, taking them out of her bag and showing them to her and him. He turned too shades of red and pleaded with his mom that he didn't need them. The mother thanked the other lady for the offer and said she didn't need them. She then took her son by the arm and walked him out of the park all the while telling him loudly that next time this happens I will put you back in diapers

These were some of the events that sparked my interest in diapers from the age of six to when I was seven. I looked at the loving attention that these kids got through diapering and I was envious of there condition. When I started school, kindergarten, half days, I saw one girl have an accident in class. She really was affected by the other kids that called her names. Her mother picked up early at school and really gave her a tong lashing. At the communal class bathroom brakes you could tell some of the boys were still wearing thick training pants when they went to pee. During the late fifty's, pin-on cloth diapers were the most popular for babies and we were starting to see some pin-on flushabys disposable diapers. These were supposed to be worn with regular plastic baby pants and were pinned on using regular diaper pins, Pampers diapers were not out in Canada yet. If you went through the back yards of houses and apartment building, you would see diapers and plastic baby pants drying on clothes lines everywhere. The big department store advertising (Eaton's, Simpson's and Woolworth's, Kresge's) would always have a special on baby pants in their Adds. You could even find baby pants in grocery and corner stores. There were baby outfits offered that had the baby pants sewn in. This was before the Gerber invented the onesies. Mothers of that time were racing to get there children Clean as soon as possible, going to great lengths to potty train them as early as two years old. Mothers stayed home to raise there families while the fathers made a living. TV was just starting up and the family with the TV being the most popular on the block for the kids. This allowed me more opportunities to see diapered babies and watch while they had their diapers changed and then walked around in just there diapers and plastic baby pants.

There was a friend of mine that had a sister that was two years younger than us at the time, that was still in diapers. We would have to watch and play with her while her mother was cooking or cleaning around the house. She liked wrestling with on the floor with us and it was impossible not to touch and feel her plastic pants and thick diaper as she did. Was she ever bad, sometimes pulling down her diapers and peeing on the floor and showing us everything. When her mother caught her, she would give her a big slap on the bum and re-diaper her in front of everyone. One time handing me her diapers ant plastic pants to hold while she applied the baby oil. She pinned on the cloth diapers and then while pulling up the plastic baby pants told everyone that she was just a big baby. I saw her a few times in latter years and she was still a bad tom boy type.

Another friend of mine had a younger brother, about three, that was still in diapers and breast feeding. His mother would take him in the room to supposedly change him but they were in there for nearly an hour and he always wanted to go for a sleep after the changing. He still had a pacifier and sucked on it often, never leaving it out of his reach. The other mothers always treated her like an out cast, because of the extended feeding, and questioned her when they did talk to her. I could tell this from the stories that my other friends told me about the little sucker and what other parents were saying about her. She always looked well rounded and ready, he always looked hungry and willing, never protesting change time. He was the only older baby that I saw still pooping in his diapers.

When it happened he got this urgent look, on his face, and then laid on his back raising his legs toward his chest, or just squatting, and then letting lose, and I do mean lose, into the diaper. You could see the diaper expand as you could hear him pass his poop. After a few minutes the smell of it was all around and the brown mess was visible through the semitransparent plastic pants, moving toward the leg elastics as he sat up and started to play again. His mother came and got him as soon as she smelled it, chastising him for not coming to get her before it happened. They disappeared for an hour, and when he came back, he really smelled like a baby. Their house was always a happy place and a fun place to visit.

When I was seven, my father was always sick and frail; we would go to Plattsburg beach, about an hour out of Montreal, on the weekends in the summer to rest him. We always stayed at the same motel so I knew all the regular kids. The place to be, was on the beach and I liked playing in the sand and swimming in the lake. During the times there I saw many older (four and five year olds) still in diapers and because it was the US, I saw kids in disposable Pampers diapers, with out the plastic pants, for the first time. Some of the mothers would buy the Pampers and bring them back to Canada for there friends. I didn't like the disposables as much as I liked seeing the kids in traditional diapers and plastic pants. I saw mothers changing babies, and using pampers, and it was a lot quicker and less loving from my point of view. I did however see older kids still in cloth diapers and because Pampers were not available in the extra large size. They where still using pinon cloth and super sized plastic pants on larger kids. When we went shopping in town to Ames I would always sneak over to the baby dept and it was there that I saw my first pair of supper sized baby pants. There was a big pile of them and they smelled that fresh vinyl smell. They were white, Little Angel, plastic baby pants that featured a full cut seat and comfortable non irritating waist and leg elastics. The package card said that they were “Made to fit the largest babies 34 lbs to. I wondered what the mother's were thinking when they picked them up and felt the soft vinyl plastic and stretched them out to see how big they were. How did they feel about changing there older, still wetting babies? I knew that they were large enough to fit me but there was no way to get them. I would have to wait for another year and a half before being put in diapers and plastic baby pants again.