I was 5 years old, my mother took me to a urologist (who happened to be Filipino, btw) in Queens-New York City. I remember running around the clinic when he took my pants off and took out his scalpel(s). I was calm when I came to the office, and I remember him telling me to take my pants down (which I did only because my mother was there--though i was very scared) and when he took out his 'knives' I panicked and ran away from him, lol. My mother had to catch me (I was half naked, may I remind you)
The urologist gave me analgesics, they did not work as I could still feel every cut, gave me some more that put me to sleep, still didn't work because I remember waking up as he was cutting around the tip of my penis' skin flap. I remember opening my eyes and seeing red blood pouring out. I controlled myself though because my mom was giving me one of her angry 'looks'. Pero ya, I did not go to the shower for the next 3 days.