One summer when I was a youngster, my grandfather took me to a lake to teach me some fishing skills. I became quite good at baiting hooks, and Grandpa called me a master baiter.

When school started up again, the teacher asked the class what we did on vacation. I proudly raised my hand and declared that I became a master baiter. The teacher gasped, turned pale, and admonished me not to talk of such things in her classroom.

The next Sunday, at church, I proudly told the bishop that I was a master baiter. He shushed me and admonished me to repent.

From the reactions of the teacher and the bishop, I gathered that fishing was sinful. I stopped fishing, and I found myself with a lot of spare time. That's when I discovered the pleasure of fondling myself. I felt sure that my teacher and bishop would approve of my new pastime.