The title refers to a thing I wrote about interactions with girls during my childhood. It’s written like a nursery rhyme to capture that childhood feel. But I’ve pulled it from this website for now, and I’m doing a rethink after certain people told me I was nuts to put it online. It’s innocent and 100 per cent true, but these days you can’t write about children getting naked without some uptight people complaining about it, or some perverts taking bits of it out of context for their own purposes. So while I do my rethink, there’s a big ol’ hole here where Naked Confusion to the Age Eleven should be.