In short, i was 9-11 years old and my parents found out me and my friends had found pornography.
They took me to meet with the bishop, a close family friend. He wanted to know all about it. He asked where I found it. I told him it was in some bushes along the highway. He asked where. I told him. He asked if I would show him. I then got in his car and he drove while I took him to the exact spot where I found the “dirty” magazines.
To this day I’m confused about how this helped anything. It sure made me feel like a complete creep and that I was the only one on planet earth who could be so disgusting. Someday I may ask my dad what that was all about.