Summary: Some fond memories of nappy/diaper wearing as a child.
The Best of Times
By Max Power

When I was as young as I can remember, probably only 3 years old, I 
spent every day being babysat by my aunt. My dad would drop me off on 
his way to work and I'd play with my 4-year-old cousin. We were the 
closest of friends. We'd play in the yard and watch TV. After lunch we 
would have to have an afternoon sleep for a couple of hours. Then my 
dad would come and pick me up after work and take me home.

I was pretty much toilet trained by this stage, but still wet the bed 
regularly. I don't remember my parents ever changing my nappy, although 
they must have. But I do remember fondly the daily routine of my aunt 
putting a thick cloth nappy and plastic pants on me before my sleep 
time. My cousin, who would sleep in the bed next to me, usually only 
wore his jockey Y-fronts and a singled to bed. He would smile and laugh 
each day when I was getting changed. I never minded, as I used to find 
it pleasurable. It was better than the hassles of waking up in wet 
sheets.

Of course, occasionally he would wet the bed and then for the next few 
days my aunt would also put nappies on him before sleep time. I would 
lie there in my snug cloth nappy and just smile as he would protest the 
whole time.

As we got older, he went off to kindergarten, but my aunt continued to 
look after me. The same routine each afternoon continued till I was 5 
and was ready for school. Whenever I stayed the night at my cousins, if 
my parents were out of town, I would have a double thick nappy put on 
before bedtime. And much to my delight, so was my cousin � in fact we 
were both nighttime nappy wearers until we were 5 or 6. After that, it 
was usually plastic pants over our Y-fronts. This went on till I was 
nearly 8 years old. I had a drawer full of clear or white plastic pants 
in the same drawer as my pajamas. On the hottest nights, I wore just my 
briefs and plastic pants. Pull-ups were not available back in 1970 � at 
least my family never used them.

I thought this was normal for boys my age � my friends would talk about 
wetting their beds, but I never did. I just wet inside my plastic 
pants.

There were some occasions where one or both of us would be put in our 
plastic pants and briefs during the day as well. I think it was only if 
we'd wet ourselves and it was seen as some form of punishment. We'd 
wear them in the yard, with nothing else on, or out to the shops under 
our other cloths. It never worried me; I think I secretly enjoyed the 
lack of stress about having to hold on when there was no toilet. I 
remember a kid in my first grade class who wore plastic pants every day 
to school. Everyone else made fun of him. He was from a poor family and 
he was very scruffy, but I remember being very curious about him and I 
was secretly jealous. I hated having to ask to go to the toilet during 
class as the teacher always made such a fuss.

But the highlight was still dropping my Y-fronts and lying on the bed 
and waiting for my lovely aunt to slide a triangular folded terry nappy 
under me, powder me in sweet smelling talc and pull the three points of 
the nappy up and fasten it with a single safety pin. She'd scrunch up 
the sides of the plastic pants and slip them over my feet. I'd them 
help pull them up and over the nappy. A kiss on the forehead and under 
the bedclothes I'd go.

When we'd wake up, we'd normally walk into the bathroom and I'd take 
the pants and nappies off myself. We'd then take it in turns to pee in 
the toilet and get back into our briefs and clothes.

Truly, it was the best of times.