I lift my glass to those ‘good ole days’ when there wasn’t much to do but drive the gravel backroads, smoke cigarettes, and drink just about anything we could get our hands on. How we managed to survive it all is still a mystery to me.
When I was a kid hanging around the only grocery store in town, drinking Yoo-hoo and stuffing my cheeks with Bazooka Joe gum a surprising change started taking place. All of a sudden, it seemed like everywhere I looked there were girls. I mean, sure they were there before but they were just annoying little brats whose sole purpose in life was to cause trouble. I wasn’t sure what happened and honestly I didn’t care. All I knew was those little brats had been transformed into females. I can tell you that the only good thing about a hot ass, dust filled summer in the arm pit of the universe called Wakenda, Missouri was…the hotter the sun, the fewer clothes those females wore. A pair of short blue jean cutoffs and a halter top could start the blood pumping and I’m going to say, that to a 13 year old’s imagination, there were times when maybe that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to say that all we could think about all day and night was sex. I mean, sometimes we had to eat. But it did seem that we had an awful lot of different names for something none of us knew a hell of a lot about. Boff, boink, bump, diddle, dip your wick, doing it, doing the nasty, getting down and dirty, getting laid, got lucky, going all the way, rounding the bases, home run, touchdown, hide the sausage and squeaky-squeaky. Man, we became experts on the subject. But I suppose that’s what happens when you’re stuck in a town with the population about the size of a football team.
Ah
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Thanks Derrick.
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those were some awesome days Jerry.
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Some of the best for sure.
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This made me laugh. You definitely have a way of spinning back the clock to the first flush of puberty. Great share!
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Thank you for the nice words. I appreciate it.
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I don’t wish to repeat them, but your recall, Jerry, does bring those distant memories flooding, achingly, back.
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Glad I could jog the ole memory banks for you Roland. Thanks again for all your support.
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Small towns, bedroom communities, big cities. Locations are the only variable. The days of our youth were all the same. 😊
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So true. I’m sure that it holds just as true for kids today as it did for us. Life just keeps repeating.
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I find it so funny when it’s always the ‘boys’ who get the reputation for thinking about sex all the time (especially at that age) because girls are thinking about it just as much I think. It’s just a part of puberty and the experience of growing up.
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That is so true. I am glad you have given us a view from the other side. Imagine if young boys knew that bit of info.
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I think it’s perfectly natural for both girls and boys to have urges and I think it has just been ‘expected of’ boys to have them but for girls they are more often made to feel embarrassed or ashamed for their desires. That was my experience anyway growing up in a Christian background. I think girls just are better at hiding it 😅
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True, or at least not bragging about it like boys do.
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Nostalgia is so beautiful. 🎈💕
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Agreed. As I get older, I find I am spending quite a bit of time in the past.
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So do I, and at times I wonder whether I should.
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Perhaps your right. There are a few things better left forgotten. We should be making new memories instead of rehashing old ones. Maybe it’s because I don’t hold much hope for the future.
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A sobering thought. My 89-year-old mother vowed a couple of years ago to just live in the present moment. Maybe that’s the answer.
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Sounds like a wise woman
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She is. She’s also one of the most pragmatic people I have ever met. I’ve always admired that about her.
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“Those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end, we’d sing and dance forever and a day…” :-)
As a female who grew up in a very large city…I can testify…Ha!…we thought about the same things! ;-)
And, yes, with all of the things we did…I’m amazed we survived, too!
HUGS!!! :-)
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If I found out any of my children did stupid stuff like I did I would hit the roof. But I’m sure each generation is no different from the next.
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The power of memories ❤️
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Indeed. The nice thing about memories is the ability to edit them to fit our needs. We can keep all the good stuff polished up and on the shelf but we can lock away the not so good into the attic.
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Haha very true and we all have that attic with those locked up things. 😉
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Haha.. ❤️
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Thank you
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