Based on the author's own experiences as a youth, this quirky and hilarious treatment of sexual awakening will keep you in stitches and raise your eyebrows through the roof. It is 1959/1960 and eleven/twelve year old Mathew Tyler's mixed up world revolves around rock'n roll and making out. But his quest for the treasures that young girls keep hidden beneath their clothes is constantly being thwarted by his youthful inexperience, personal demons, and the ever-present threat of intervention by the Old Ones. You know, those wrinkled-up meanies (ADULTS!) who just can't stand to let a kid have some fun. But underlying this ribald and irreverent look at childhood sexuality is a sobering message: the need for sex education for our youth in an era of Aids, sexually transmitted diseases, and untimely pregnancies. The naked reality is that twelve year old girls can and do become pregnant.