Funniest Childhood Memory
Does it still count as a childhood memory if you were sixteen? I figure that's still sort of a kid. There was this boy an' he was awful pretty. We were gettin' to be real good friends an' I invited him over.
This boy? I figured he was about eighteen or so, an' he weren't no novice. He knew his way around a girl's body as well as I know mine 'round an engine, which is pretty damn good. We had a lovely time in my daddy's garage, just foolin' around.
And then his folks come by to fetch him, and it turns out he's fourteen years old! Fourteen!
I mean, he must have been some kind of genetic experiment, 'cause I swear he was... Well, I ain't met a fourteen year old before or since could do the things he could or look the way he did.
My daddy whupped me so hard...which weren't so shiny or funny, I guess. Momma just laughed an' laughed, said she'd never have believed he was just fourteen neither.
I wasn't allowed to see him again, which was truly a sad, sad thing. I did start askin' boys how old they were for the next coupla years, though.
This boy? I figured he was about eighteen or so, an' he weren't no novice. He knew his way around a girl's body as well as I know mine 'round an engine, which is pretty damn good. We had a lovely time in my daddy's garage, just foolin' around.
And then his folks come by to fetch him, and it turns out he's fourteen years old! Fourteen!
I mean, he must have been some kind of genetic experiment, 'cause I swear he was... Well, I ain't met a fourteen year old before or since could do the things he could or look the way he did.
My daddy whupped me so hard...which weren't so shiny or funny, I guess. Momma just laughed an' laughed, said she'd never have believed he was just fourteen neither.
I wasn't allowed to see him again, which was truly a sad, sad thing. I did start askin' boys how old they were for the next coupla years, though.