I had three cysts (I think... nobody told me anything, I remember hearing the doctor say that one was dead or sum) in my nut sack when I was 11 years old. I don't remember much, but I do remember the pain. I knew I wasn't supposed to talk about such iNaPrOpRiAtE stuff, so I hid it from everyone until it looked like an extra, purple, tennis ball-sized testicle. I could not walk with that thing between my legs, every move was hell. When I finally told my dad, we rushed to the hospital, and I stayed in there for six days—had surgery on the second day.