A trip down memory lane.

Poland, summer of 1968.

Back then, I was only 10. Molly was only 9. Everything in the world was outside my front door. My life revolved around her. On a given day, we decided to go for a stroll in the park. We walked for five minutes, linking arms. She was my woman and I could feel manhood running through my veins. Silence. We sat on a hanging tire. Silence....
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Was I really a man? Could I be a man at that age? No, I couldn't. Maybe that was what I wanted to be. No, that was what I thought I wanted to be. I was only a child. A child who wanted to skip ahead of time. How foolish that was.
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Silcence...
Maybe we both realized that growing up doesn't have to be so much a straight line. It doesn't have to be as a series of advances and retreats. Maybe we just felt like swinging. But what ever it was, Molly and I made an unspoken pact that day to stay kids for a little while longer.


We swang and held each other in a tender embrace.