The first time I got my hands on one was 1962 - I was 13 then. Today we have explicit images of nude women within easy reach of anyone who takes a notion to do a search on the Internet, but back then EVERYTHING was on paper and digital photography hadn't even been thought of. In a small town where everyone knew everyone else, it was hard to get your hands on a Playboy and embarrassing to buy one - you were some kind of pervert if you wanted to look at pictures like that, even as tame as they were by today's standards.
That was amazing, opening that centerfold and staring wide-eyed in awe at what I'd only imagined before, that smiling woman unashamedly displaying her nude body for anyone to see. She gave me my first sex education, showed me what a woman looked like underneath those clothes.
A year later, when I actually managed to get a girl naked in the back seat of my parents' car, I at least had some idea what to do and she seemed to appreciate it greatly. Thank you Hugh Hefner and rest in peace!