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| This gallery contains three memories of youth relating to A. Harry Moore School (an elementary school for the physically disabled) and initial experiences with girls. |
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| Susan sitting in front of me in Mrs. Davidson's third-grade classroom and how she was recovering from a broken leg or some other orthopedic ailment and how around mid-year she began to walk without her crutches and shortly thereafter, Susan telling everyone that she was going back to her "normal" school and the day her skirt got caught on the back of her chair as she sat down and staring at her white panties all during arithmetic. -Although Susan, at such a tender age, may not have had much of a figure, it was much more interesting than those being posted on the blackboard by Mrs. Davidson. the day Lorraine was being examined by the school doctor and how we were all examined periodically to assess our disabilities [Lorraine had a mild case of Polio] and how I watched from the waiting room through a partially opened door and telling Lorraine later that day on the school bus that I had seen her in her panties and not really having seen much of anything and Lorraine testing me by asking what color they were and my guessing:"Pink" and her replying: "White" and my feigning disbelief and Lorraine saying that she would prove it to me and my obvious exhilaration being short-lived since the school bus had arrived at her house and that next morning when Lorraine got on the bus and her coming over to me and whispering: "Come with me to the back of the bus and I'll show you my panties" and how, in the back of the bus, away from prying eyes, and just as my anticipation was truly peaking, Lorraine showed me her panties. -She had been carrying them in her bookbag. my first kiss with Cookie in the fifth-grade clothing room and how she told everyone that she had lost her leg hitching a freight train in Hoboken [It's likely that she lost her leg in less dramatic fashion, but then again how less dramatically can a child lose a leg] and her and I pressing against each other one day on the crowded school elevator and that evening on the telephone, confessing to each other that we had found the experience quite pleasurable and agreeing to kiss the next day in the clothing room and it being several days, perhaps weeks, until we had the opportunity or, more accurately, the courage to go through with our plan, since we were both very hesitant and shy. and somehow finally managing to get close enough so that our lips actually touched and when it was over, backing up a bit and looking at each other as if to say: Is that what this is all about? Did we do something wrong? -As happens so often, the anticipation of an event is greater than the event itself. We never really spoke about that kiss, but we did kiss again some twenty years later when we met by chance at a New Year's Eve party at which Cookie was a guest and my band was performing. Although she appeared to be with a date, we did manage to say a few words to each other during the evening. Quite unexpectedly, however, just past the stroke of midnight, while I was on the bandstand playing "Auld Lang Syne," Cookie came up to me and planted a long hard wet one. Cookie had lost her shyness, and I nearly lost my glasses. Although it took some twenty years, I think we finally shared a bit of that moment we thought we'd missed out on that day in the fifth-grade clothing room. |
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