05-11-2021, 11:26 AM
In this installment I shall mention that the seeds for my obsession began quite early. In the first grade I became friends with a girl by the name of Janice. We often walked together on the way home and most likely at lunch time as well. One Saturday afternoon my parents took me by her house but I was too chicken to go inside. Don't recall why, but when my grandfather would write he one time spelled Janice out in big capital red letters. That was in the days of red and black ribbon typewriters. I later learned that it is unusual for boys at that age to even like girls unless it's a sister or cousin. Got the impression that most actually hated them, or so they would say. In later years I would often say that I did better with the ladies at that age than I did later in life.
When I was ten there was a girl next door to me by the name of Lynnea. She had been a classmate of mine before my parents took me out of public school because I was threatened with things like stoning by classmates which sometimes forced me to take a detour home. She and her younger brother Keith were like a surrogate brother and sister to me as I was an only child and adopted at that. Anyhow we would dance to the music on the TV bandstand show of the time. It was not long after that when I was sent away to boarding school never to really see home again for twelve years. In hindsight I have often wondered what might have happened had I been able to stay in public school and grown up normally. If not ever marrying her, would the girl next door and I have perhaps become professional dancers. What if this part of my life were to grown and sprout upward without fear of the foundation collapsing? Once sent away to boarding school it obviously did.
When I was ten there was a girl next door to me by the name of Lynnea. She had been a classmate of mine before my parents took me out of public school because I was threatened with things like stoning by classmates which sometimes forced me to take a detour home. She and her younger brother Keith were like a surrogate brother and sister to me as I was an only child and adopted at that. Anyhow we would dance to the music on the TV bandstand show of the time. It was not long after that when I was sent away to boarding school never to really see home again for twelve years. In hindsight I have often wondered what might have happened had I been able to stay in public school and grown up normally. If not ever marrying her, would the girl next door and I have perhaps become professional dancers. What if this part of my life were to grown and sprout upward without fear of the foundation collapsing? Once sent away to boarding school it obviously did.