Ever since I was 7 or 8 I have really liked pooping outdoors. I still to this day at 31, love to drop my pants in the woods and poop outside. I really get off on the sensation of sitting on a downed tree with my butt hanging off the edge and pushing out a poop. Is there something wrong with me? It probably has something to do with what we did growing up. As a young boy me and my friends thought nothing of pooping in the woods in front of each other, sometimes comparing the size of each others poop.