Third Grade pt 4 - Life Lesson Girl's Wear Bra's

I am wrapping up the third grade tonight with a post about a girl that would come in and out of my life several times. We were always friends, we flirted for a while, and we even went on a date or two. We grew up close to each other and spent a great amount of free time with each other. She was a year younger than me and I was good buddies with her brother who was a couple years older than me. It seems that even when I would go hang with her brother, her and I would tend to hang out.

There are a couple stories I want to talk about with Marti. First let's talk about playing house. There was a big junk yard near our house and we loved to explore it. One of our favorite things o do was to dig in the old cars and find cool things and bring them to our hideout (she called it our house, but it was a hideout to me). It was either a large dumpster or an old storm shelter that wasn't buried. It could have been something else, but that gives you an idea. It had a ladder that went down into it. It was stinking cool! I remember we had a table and chairs, rope, old bottles, magazines, and other random toys and junk we had collected. I would make her explore and she would make me play house. It was an even trade off I suppose. It worked for us.

The second story I would like to share is when I realized that girls were different that boys. I went over to her house one day and she was very excited to see me. Her mom was in the living room and I had actually stopped by to see her brother. She came running out in her Wonder Woman training bra. She was so excited to show me her new wardrobe, neither of us knew how awkward this situation should have been. Her mother freaked out just a bit. I think this is when I realized that maybe she wasn't supposed to show me. I think sometimes kids pick up on these social clues, other times maybe not. I certainly did, became quite embarrassed, but soon moved on to go shoot my BB Gun with her brother.

I imagine it was just a simple crush that she had on her brother's friend. That playful flirting carried its way into high school and even after we both graduated. We never clicked, but somehow enjoyed the playful flirtations. The next time she enters my dating life, you will get a kick out that story.

I hope you have enjoyed the third grade. It was memorable. I remember dissecting bees in class (this was on my own time, not a class project), getting mad at my teacher for using my bottle of glue, the spelling bees, making the kazoo sound like a saxophone and Where's the Beef Lady for Halloween (my first cross dressing experience). Eventful little life I had in the third grade.