Confusion
In 1985, I happened across my first almost girlfriend. I was the only boy at her birthday party. She followed me around everywhere. I loved talking to her. I had no idea what was going on until I looked back on it 10 years later. I still sometimes wonder where she ended up.
A View to a Kill was my favorite movie and my favorite song.
In hanging out with a new girl at school, I found that the line between claims of love and hate is sometimes a fine one. I took the same girl to the junior prom six years later, as one of my best friends.
I watched Real Genius at a friend's birthday party. It's still one of my favorites.
A cafeteria battle involving my Garfield lunchbox and a plastic cup of pickle relish ended with the relish in one of the "rich girls'" hair. I had had no idea before that that someone could pay as much as she claimed to for shampoo.
I knew that Rock Me Amadeus was really about Mozart. I made fun of my friends who didn't.
I was late getting to the theater for Empire Strikes Back. Once I got there, I was too fascinated to remember to be mad.
I had my first trip to the principal's office. When the principal reached out to shake my hand (he ended up consoling me, rather than disciplining me), I placed my tear-soaked kleenex in his hand instead.
I learned the "f word". It seems ridiculous to me now that an 11 year old would have never heard it.
I got braces. I couldn't figure out whether they were a status symbol, or a mark of untouchability. Neither could anyone else who had them.
A View to a Kill was my favorite movie and my favorite song.
In hanging out with a new girl at school, I found that the line between claims of love and hate is sometimes a fine one. I took the same girl to the junior prom six years later, as one of my best friends.
I watched Real Genius at a friend's birthday party. It's still one of my favorites.
A cafeteria battle involving my Garfield lunchbox and a plastic cup of pickle relish ended with the relish in one of the "rich girls'" hair. I had had no idea before that that someone could pay as much as she claimed to for shampoo.
I knew that Rock Me Amadeus was really about Mozart. I made fun of my friends who didn't.
I was late getting to the theater for Empire Strikes Back. Once I got there, I was too fascinated to remember to be mad.
I had my first trip to the principal's office. When the principal reached out to shake my hand (he ended up consoling me, rather than disciplining me), I placed my tear-soaked kleenex in his hand instead.
I learned the "f word". It seems ridiculous to me now that an 11 year old would have never heard it.
I got braces. I couldn't figure out whether they were a status symbol, or a mark of untouchability. Neither could anyone else who had them.