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4th of July, 1978
Lynn. She was my first love.
It was the summer between eighth and ninth grade. It was hot.
Her parents had invited me to go to Toomsboro with them to some sort of country music festival. I hated country music. I still do, I've always said "it makes my ears bleed."
Country music festival, Southern Baptist Convention, or to the vet to euthanize my dog-- I didn't care, I would've gone anywhere to be in the same room as her, to breathe the same air. Every time I saw her I trembled, I didn't understand what I was feeling, but I was liking that new feeling all the same.
She and her parents picked me up early in the afternoon in THE VAN. THE VAN was one of those souped-up custom vans, the interior was covered in that multi-hued, orange shag carpet-- the carpet of the seventies. THE van had a definite seventies porn vibe to it.
We get to Toomsboro, then to the festival. As we walk into the arena some gospel group is onstage twanging their hearts out. I remember walking by an old man with no teeth, bouncing his leg, clapping to the music-- off beat. I felt like I was in another world. A strange otherworld. Seriously, I was in the shallow end of the gene pool! It was freakish.
We sat with her parents for around a half hour when she asked if I wanted to go outside and get a Coke. After we got the drinks and were walking back, we walked past by the van. A few steps later she grabbed my hand and turned us around and we were headed back to the van.
Once inside she turned on the stereo. Rod Stewart's "Tonight's The Night" started playing. Then she turned to me and we started kissing. We spent the next few hot hours teaching each other how to makeout, just "first base" kind of stuff. I had kissed other girls before. But never had I kissed anyone with passion. Lynn taught me that passion, or at least she helped me find it in myself.
The afternoon had settled into night when we finally decided that we had to slow things down a bit.
The kissing stopped and then we talked...
"I wish this could last forever."
"Me too."
"I love you."
"I... I love you too."
"I've always loved you... Even before I met you. No matter what happens, I'll remember this the rest of my life."
"Me too. The rest of my life."
We broke up a few weeks later, such as the way of young love I guess. But that one night will pleasantly haunt me "the rest of my life."
Lynn. She was my first love.
7/3/2004 09:13:25 PM
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