When I was a little boy I would shower with my father. He would comb my hair in the shower and have me scrub myself with a coarse brush to make sure I was clean. Because of my age I was rather short, eye level to the balls. He died a few years later. I remember what my father’s balls look like better than I remember his face. I hardly know what my own balls look like. I hope one day my son remembers my face better than my balls.