During my childhood enemas were a familiar part of life. I grew up with two brothers and two sisters. I was the youngest of three boys, and my sisters were older than me. So when Mom would announce on a Saturday morning that one of us was to get an enema it was often my sister Jenny who was designated to administer mine. The first time that I can remember being being given an enema I was about five. Jenny was twelve at the time and she took my hand and led me to the upstairs bathroom.