The girl wanted to be kissed and I knew if she ever got a hold on me, it would be hard to get away. She really wasn’t that old, she had just been selected as the Queen and she was very pretty. But then, I was really young, a great looking kid and I was afraid of girls that wore lip stick and smelled so good. Not to mention the older women that wanted to touch my hair and run their fingers through it. They would offer me cookies and cake if I would just come over to see them. What they really wanted was a mystery to me! These ladies had children of their own, as old as I was, and some their own daughters were the reason I had sore lips.
With fire red hair and a smile that could melt stone, I was always popular with the opposite sex. I suspect that some of the boys even liked me, thinking that I could be of help for them in getting a girl. When I was younger, girls loved to kiss me, I think they had formed a club and a new member had to kiss me before they could become a member. They had a secret place at school under the stairs for such things.
I can remember my lips being so sore and swelled up and I couldn’t eat or talk with out them hurting. Mother would lay cool cloths over my mouth and keep asking, how this happened? There were some things, you never wanted to tell your mother, like when she wanted to know where your shorts were? And why you were so tired that you couldn’t eat and just wanted to go to bed.
I fought this problem for a number of years, when I then decided to make some changes. I liked to build things with wood and loved to draw futuristic looking cars and air planes, floor plans for homes and maps where treasures could be found. I could sell them to other kids after I hid something there! I could do many things, but I couldn’t whistle.
One day at school in the class room, I was just setting there daydreaming and I tried again, You wouldn’t believe the sound that came out. Every kid in the room laugh and the Teacher demanded to know who did that? No one spoke, they just snickered. Well, some one was going to be punished and nine times out of ten, it would be me. The old bat was mean and it made her angry because the kids liked me more than they did her.
As time passed, I started spending more time doing other things and less time around girls. It wasn’t long before they lost interest in me. It was some years later that I realized that I had made a big mistake. I had learned the difference between girls and boys and why the girls were held so high in everyone interest. Still I hadn’t heard about the Birds and the Bees and I don’t think anyone else did either.
Well I never did regain my status and I really had to work to get anywhere with the girls after that. They had used me and tossed me aside. It was hard to hold your ground when you were standing on ice or grease.
I can still remember Donna & Helen, and what’s her name! She was the one that had all those kids and married a rabbit. His name was Paul Rabbit. She loved to bounce on a bed when young and apparently it carried on in to later life. No one ever warned me about playing with dynamite when I was young.
I had a friend that had an older sister that knew all that stuff and she was willing to tell and demonstrate if necessary. Wow, once my eyes were opened, I went looking everywhere. I LEFT NO STONE UNTURNED, but what can any one find under a stone, there is a right place and a wrong place to look!
Who at my age would think to look in church, The trick was to go to a Catholic church and watch to see which of the girls go into confession. There was a fifty/ fifty chance of being a winner.
There goes that bell, school is over and I have to rush home and get my chores done. See you again soon.
By; Ben R.
10’31’2010
With fire red hair and a smile that could melt stone, I was always popular with the opposite sex. I suspect that some of the boys even liked me, thinking that I could be of help for them in getting a girl. When I was younger, girls loved to kiss me, I think they had formed a club and a new member had to kiss me before they could become a member. They had a secret place at school under the stairs for such things.
I can remember my lips being so sore and swelled up and I couldn’t eat or talk with out them hurting. Mother would lay cool cloths over my mouth and keep asking, how this happened? There were some things, you never wanted to tell your mother, like when she wanted to know where your shorts were? And why you were so tired that you couldn’t eat and just wanted to go to bed.
I fought this problem for a number of years, when I then decided to make some changes. I liked to build things with wood and loved to draw futuristic looking cars and air planes, floor plans for homes and maps where treasures could be found. I could sell them to other kids after I hid something there! I could do many things, but I couldn’t whistle.
One day at school in the class room, I was just setting there daydreaming and I tried again, You wouldn’t believe the sound that came out. Every kid in the room laugh and the Teacher demanded to know who did that? No one spoke, they just snickered. Well, some one was going to be punished and nine times out of ten, it would be me. The old bat was mean and it made her angry because the kids liked me more than they did her.
As time passed, I started spending more time doing other things and less time around girls. It wasn’t long before they lost interest in me. It was some years later that I realized that I had made a big mistake. I had learned the difference between girls and boys and why the girls were held so high in everyone interest. Still I hadn’t heard about the Birds and the Bees and I don’t think anyone else did either.
Well I never did regain my status and I really had to work to get anywhere with the girls after that. They had used me and tossed me aside. It was hard to hold your ground when you were standing on ice or grease.
I can still remember Donna & Helen, and what’s her name! She was the one that had all those kids and married a rabbit. His name was Paul Rabbit. She loved to bounce on a bed when young and apparently it carried on in to later life. No one ever warned me about playing with dynamite when I was young.
I had a friend that had an older sister that knew all that stuff and she was willing to tell and demonstrate if necessary. Wow, once my eyes were opened, I went looking everywhere. I LEFT NO STONE UNTURNED, but what can any one find under a stone, there is a right place and a wrong place to look!
Who at my age would think to look in church, The trick was to go to a Catholic church and watch to see which of the girls go into confession. There was a fifty/ fifty chance of being a winner.
There goes that bell, school is over and I have to rush home and get my chores done. See you again soon.
By; Ben R.
10’31’2010
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