Just north of our neighborhood is a MUCH nicer neighborhood that backs to a country club golf course. When Keva and I go for our regular two or three mile runs we stay in our own 'hood, but when we go on longer walks or runs, we venture into the area where the rich folks live.
My husband and I have taken to going on evening walks this summer. Last night Keva and I drug him on a three mile jaunt that took us right past the golf course. While I have run and walked past this same spot many times, I hadn't thought much about the tall shrubs hiding the greens from the street. I just figured that the exclusive country club wanted peace and quiet. My husband suggested last night that the shrubs were there because the rich people sometimes like to play golf in the nude. Maybe he's right, I can't see through the shrubs, so I don't know if the golfers are clothed.
Early in the school year last year I assigned a monster to my second graders. We read Maurice Sendak's "Where the Wild Things Are" and they were to create a pencil drawing of a monster that had visual texture. The drawings were all very adorable and creative. I had about 130 drawings of creatures to grade when it was all said and done, but one stood out. It was an unclothed creature who had a lot of extra things drawn on his chest, stomach, and groin. Yes, GROIN! The "appendage" at the groin was very phallic, and I grew very concerned. Having taught six years at the middle level, where kids draw very inappropriate things at times and know what they are doing, I was ahgast that a second grader would have given his monster a "wild thing" of this nature.
After I took the drawing to the boy's classroom teacher and she shared it with his mother, I learned that the boy had given his creature a see-thru stomach. All the extra things on the monster's chest, stomach and "groin" were things that he had eaten. The phallic image was meant to be a chicken leg.
While the golfers probably do always wear clothes when they are on the greens, my second grader definately did not intend for that chicken leg to be what I thought. As a teacher, I was humbled by this experience. Remember to ask questions; things are not ALWAYS what they seem.