Sweetpea
Bluelighter
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I'll start- sorry if it's too long.
When I was growing up we lived on a street that was mainly filled with boys.
There was Rhonda across the street with whitish hair; she just didn’t seem to be around that much. I remember when she would always leave her baby carriage at the end of the street with her baby in there and the guys would take it offroading.
My sister always stayed inside. I’m the middle child so I was just as close to my little brother as I was my sister.
Paul lived down the street; he was in between my brother’s age and mine. His dad is Italian too and our parents were friends. My brother and him constantly got in trouble but they let me spend the night with them at their sleepovers….and I had a crush on him. We all used to stay up and make “Chinese inventions” and play Nintendo.
Ja-Ja-Ja Joey had a stuttering problem, Ricky had a white trash mom and a crowded messy garage. Christian was the kid everyone picked on and only played with us sometimes.
My brother and I used to switch off from “girl” games to “boy” games, so even though some of the guys didn’t want me around he made it okay for me to be there. From Barbies to Castle Greyskull.
Most of the time they gave me boring jobs. We used to have wars with the street next to ours and they would leave me under a tree and say I had to cover the base while they went and collected things.
We collected snails at Ladera Palma, tied beetles on strings, lit off firecrackers, toilet papered people’s houses. The best part was riding our bikes, we would pretend we were driving cars and someone was the cop. Usually when I was the cop no-one would stop , they would just laugh when I tried to pull them over. I would get mad and go in the house, but the sweetest part is the boys would come to my door and get me out again. We had swimming races, dog piles, and summer rides to 7-11 to get slurpies.
There was Barney the dancing dog at the end of the corner (he would run around in circles and bark) there was the old lady Nellie who had a garage that had four green squares. I would tell the boys to meet me at “Green House Square” which my brother still makes fun of . We would always see her TV flashing so Paul said he thought Nellie was watching pornos..of course we had a stake-out one night and looked in her windows.
There was an autistic guy that used to come around from time to time and look at his watch and say the same thing over and over. This is sad but we used to keep a collection of bottlecaps to throw at him. The only fun part of that was gathering the group together, hiding and plotting it out
I always think back to playing outside because it was one of the funnest carefree times in my life.(plus I was surrounded by guys) Recently when I was in California my brother was with me on Fourth of July.
He was hanging out with all the guys on the street, lighting off firecrackers.
I was just sitting and watching. My brother looked over at me and asked me with his beautiful smile if I wanted to do one. I said “yes’ all giddy and he responded with, “I knew you would”. He had a cigarette in his mouth; I watched him as he set the can up and put the end of the firecracker in it. He told me to hold the can, I told him to light it. He told me lighting it was all the fun. The whole dumb thing made me way too happy.
The moment he was setting it up for me with that cigarette in his mouth touches me every time I think about it mainly that knowing smile on his face.
Once again, I’m at a time where I'm surrounded by guys who love to play. The other day we took an adventure through the forest. Yesterday they were all going to another house to play Nintendo and I was in my pajamas and didn’t want to go. One of them kept pushing me saying I had to play with them, that they needed four players. I complained to no end the whole time because I didn’t want to get up and change and I had just smoked a bowl. Once I sat there and played with them,I sheepishly thanked them for making me come. It reminded me so much of when I was little
Moral of the memory- I love boys
Your turn
I'll start- sorry if it's too long.
When I was growing up we lived on a street that was mainly filled with boys.
There was Rhonda across the street with whitish hair; she just didn’t seem to be around that much. I remember when she would always leave her baby carriage at the end of the street with her baby in there and the guys would take it offroading.
My sister always stayed inside. I’m the middle child so I was just as close to my little brother as I was my sister.
Paul lived down the street; he was in between my brother’s age and mine. His dad is Italian too and our parents were friends. My brother and him constantly got in trouble but they let me spend the night with them at their sleepovers….and I had a crush on him. We all used to stay up and make “Chinese inventions” and play Nintendo.
Ja-Ja-Ja Joey had a stuttering problem, Ricky had a white trash mom and a crowded messy garage. Christian was the kid everyone picked on and only played with us sometimes.
My brother and I used to switch off from “girl” games to “boy” games, so even though some of the guys didn’t want me around he made it okay for me to be there. From Barbies to Castle Greyskull.
Most of the time they gave me boring jobs. We used to have wars with the street next to ours and they would leave me under a tree and say I had to cover the base while they went and collected things.
We collected snails at Ladera Palma, tied beetles on strings, lit off firecrackers, toilet papered people’s houses. The best part was riding our bikes, we would pretend we were driving cars and someone was the cop. Usually when I was the cop no-one would stop , they would just laugh when I tried to pull them over. I would get mad and go in the house, but the sweetest part is the boys would come to my door and get me out again. We had swimming races, dog piles, and summer rides to 7-11 to get slurpies.
There was Barney the dancing dog at the end of the corner (he would run around in circles and bark) there was the old lady Nellie who had a garage that had four green squares. I would tell the boys to meet me at “Green House Square” which my brother still makes fun of . We would always see her TV flashing so Paul said he thought Nellie was watching pornos..of course we had a stake-out one night and looked in her windows.
There was an autistic guy that used to come around from time to time and look at his watch and say the same thing over and over. This is sad but we used to keep a collection of bottlecaps to throw at him. The only fun part of that was gathering the group together, hiding and plotting it out
I always think back to playing outside because it was one of the funnest carefree times in my life.(plus I was surrounded by guys) Recently when I was in California my brother was with me on Fourth of July.
He was hanging out with all the guys on the street, lighting off firecrackers.
I was just sitting and watching. My brother looked over at me and asked me with his beautiful smile if I wanted to do one. I said “yes’ all giddy and he responded with, “I knew you would”. He had a cigarette in his mouth; I watched him as he set the can up and put the end of the firecracker in it. He told me to hold the can, I told him to light it. He told me lighting it was all the fun. The whole dumb thing made me way too happy.
The moment he was setting it up for me with that cigarette in his mouth touches me every time I think about it mainly that knowing smile on his face.
Once again, I’m at a time where I'm surrounded by guys who love to play. The other day we took an adventure through the forest. Yesterday they were all going to another house to play Nintendo and I was in my pajamas and didn’t want to go. One of them kept pushing me saying I had to play with them, that they needed four players. I complained to no end the whole time because I didn’t want to get up and change and I had just smoked a bowl. Once I sat there and played with them,I sheepishly thanked them for making me come. It reminded me so much of when I was little
Moral of the memory- I love boys
Your turn
