I would have been about 8 or 9 going by where we were living at the time.
I don't know exactly why, but I was in my parents bedroom, and found some magazines. I was a kid and had a look through. I was disgusted that my father would look at things like that... and disgusted that my mother would let him. I also wondered, "Is Mum so ugly that he needs to look at these women as well?" (Which, now that I think about it, is my first immediate reaction when I discover a partner is looking - that it must be because he finds me hideous).