The time I got the most scared. I was a kid, it was the summer after 7th grade. One day, I went to the theater (something we could never afford to do) to watch the movie “Aracnophobia” with a girlfriend. We got movie treats before we went, and I bought Mamba. Then I spent the afternoon at her house, something I loved to do because she had such a beautiful house and she had so many sisters, so there was always a lot of things going on.
I am now coming to an age when I have lots of memories, like a basket of chestnuts to turn over a bored fire. Some memories are painfully embarrassing, though I suppose I should enjoy it though; this is the marrow of my life, and those days are not coming back. Which is sometimes for the better, as there are certain things I don’t need to live twice.
Like the first concert I went to….