When I was 5 or 6, while foraging for christmas presents I stumbled upon my dad's Playboy collection in his room on that upper shelf above where your shirt hanger is. Being a good friend, I chose to share the wealth, and next time I saw my buddy, this next door neighbor kid named O'Dell, I told him about said treasures. We snuck into my house and made our way downstairs to my parents room, and fanned out all of the playboys on their bed. O'Dell and I had then went through the selection, and set out our personal favorites, and then for some reason opened the centerfolds, layed them down on the bed, pulled our pants down to our knees and began smearing our limp, sweaty little 6 year old cocks all over the centerfolds. This went on for a little while before the jig was up. My mom came in to witness the ghastly visage. Whilst getting my ass handed to me, my buddy narrowly escaped.
I also gave the back cover of the vhs sleeve for Roger Rabbit the same treatment, but spacifically rubbing my nuts all over Jessica Rabbit.
I think this Playboy scenerio was the first of my many attempts at fucking inanimate things, or maybe this is the first moment I began actually remembering things.