Peter reveals the bare facts of his boyhood years beginning with the—uh—naked truth.
Info Welcome back to My World, fellow Tork-ers! With camera in hand, let’s wander back to my blissful childhood years while I reveal the bare—and I mean that literally—facts of my youth to you. 
Info Here I am at the tender age of six in my altogether, about to take a dip in Devil’s Lake near Baraboo, Wisc. This was at a public beach, and Lord only knows what happened to my bathing trunks! 
Info Ah, Tarzan! Back on the beach again. This was taken at seven, when my family spent the summer at Long Lake in the Adirondack Mountains of New York State. That pensive lady in the background is my mom Ginny. 
Info This is the way I looked when we moved into our first home in Mansfield Center, Conn. I was nine, and my father had become a teacher of Economics at the University of Connecticut. He still does the same thing, except that now he is teaching at the University of Saskatchewan. 
Info Here I am playing ball at the house in which we first lived in Mansfield. Looked like a regular Mickey Mantle, didn’t I? 
Info At ten, I got my first B-B gun. I scrimped and saved from my allowance and money I earned, and this was the first present I ever gave myself. Note the “pride of ownership” expressed on my face. 
Info When I was ten, and Nicky was nine and a half, Dad took these two “identical” type pictures of us. We had just moved into our new home, Windward Hill. It is situated on 80 acres of Connecticut countryside, and we still own it. Credit: John Thorkelson
Info Credit: John Thorkelson
That’s all for this time. For more of me, tune in the July issue of 16 Magazine, which goes on sale May 23!
