I grew up with an outhouse as a bathroom. It was eighteen years before we had indoor plumbing, imagine that! No I didn't have a girlfriend until I was eighteen, coincidence? I think not. Worst was the winter time. It was bad enough you had to trudge through the snow to get there, but Canadian winters meant there was often a think layer of frost covering the wooden toilet seat. Thus, the hover was invented! Positioning yourself just above the frozen seat, your cheeks never actually touched the seat while you did your business. Pity the unfamiliar who actually sat down. When they stood back up to wipe the seat usually cam with them, stuck to their arse lick the kid who licked the metal pole in the playground...