Once upon a time…

It would seem that between the ages of 13 and 14 I had boys falling at my feet (relatively speaking…).  I’m not sure what it was, nor why I appear to have lost it, but it only really brought me trouble.

You see, I’m a closet goody two-shoes  (although I probably don’t hide it as well as I think).  So, when a lovely 16 year old boy asked little 13year old me for a date, I consulted my mother.

She was horrified.

Being the ‘baby of the family’ may seem like a cushty role to play in life, but it leaves you with all sorts of people-pleasing hangups.  So, outright rebellion is out of the question – at least as a 13 year old.

The following year, the same lovely boy asked the same lovely girl for a date again, but mumsie still said no.  And the lovely young girl really liked the lovely boy, but still she obeyed her lovely, but horrified mother.

In the meantime, the lovely young girl had joined a lovely new youth group and there were lovely boys everywhere she looked.  Without ever dreaming that it might happen, it apeared she had attracted the attention of one of the loveliest boys in the group.  So, when this lovely boy – aged 17- asked the lovely girl – aged 14 – for a date, please, the lovely girl decided it would be lovely to say yes and just not mention it to lovely mumsie.

So, the lovely boy and the lovely girl enjoyed a lovely week of being ‘together’.  Then, one day, the lovely girl told lovely mumsie she was meeting her lovely friend Roberta to go for a lovely walk, but actually she was walking with the lovely boy.

Oh rebellion!  Oh deceit! Oh illicit loveliness!

Walking hand in hand up the road, the lovely boy and girl were having a lovely time.  Then they look up, just as lovely mumsie and pops drive past the star-crossed lovely-ers.

Not so lovely.  I can still hear what was said ringing in my ears:

“Be sure your sin will find you out”…

And it did!

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3 responses to “Once upon a time…

  1. lilytodd

    Oh I wish I’d known you in the eary nineties, sneaking around parents’ backs with boys was my favourite thing to do..did they believe I really went to modern languages club or debating every day after school?
    I hope being caught didn’t stop you….

  2. just found you in the blog world! quality!

    hope your well and not still sneaking around the back of your house for some snogs with the boys!!

    take care,
    rick

  3. carrieohara

    The move has really suited you: your small corner looks just as good here as it did at good old blogger.com: but don’t keep us guessing whatever happened to the lovely boy?

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