Memoirs
Have you ever isolated your earliest childhood memory? I hadn't realized the significance of oral history until I lost my grandmother. It wasn't that she was a great story teller, hardly that. But with her passing a thousand memories seemed to slip away some of which I brought back to life. My grandfather was deeply touched, "such precious writings."
For me the earliest memory remains elusive; each time I try to reach it a thousand others crowd my mind. I think its best if I just write them down as they come.
I must have been in second grade. There was this boy who was a grade ahead of me and he had me pinned down in the grass right next to our bus stop about a block from my house.
As hard as I tried I couldn't throw him off. He wanted me to undress for him. It wasn't that I didn't want to. It just wasn't a practical thing to do out in the wide open. We'd get caught and I'd surely end up with a beating. To this day I'm not in favor of the belt.
I convinced him by promising him a more private viewing inside my daddy's garage. And so we walked the block to my house.
I can't imagine what he was thinking. Clearly he wasn't.
My front door is kitty corner to the door leading to the garage. The next thing he knew he was staring at me through it.
I can however tell you what I was thinking; this boy definitely needs to learn a lesson.
Moral of the memoir: never let a man out maneuver you girls its best to stay on top of the situation at all times. ~Love Mom
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~d~
