[Evans, Marv]

As a kid in sixth grade (and all of elementary school), I was always in trouble. One day when we were having an assembly where some dancing ladies were performing, I was not allowed to go because of something I did and had to stay in the room by myself. The classroom happened to be located behind the stage in the auditorium. We had a cloak room with a locked door into the adjacent room. I heard a noise in the adjacent room and looked through the key hole to see what was going on. What I saw were the lady dancers disrobing and changing costumes. I managed to make it to the key hole each time they changed. I wasn't about to divert my eyes. Boy was I glad I had been bad that time. What an educational experience!