When I was 15 years old, I fell in love with a boy who was staying at a cottage rented by his parents one concession road over from the cottage I was staying at that my parents had rented.
I really, really, really liked this boy.
I woke up one morning, a week and a half into a 3-week vacation to a note from my parents that they had taken my sisters and gone off to visit some 300 year old church built out of toothpicks or something and decided to let me sleep in since I had been up so late the night before talking to my crush, Adam, on the beach.
My parents are very considerate.
I dressed, ate breakfast and was promptly bored. The phone rang and Adam asked me to come over seeing as his parents had left to go grocery shopping and he figured we could play "Nintendo" together. Hell yeah.
The only problem was it was piss-pouring rain out and the thought of walking six kilometres to his cottage when my hair was looking all kinds of awesome wasn't appealing.
In the driveway, WITH THE KEYS IN THE IGNITION BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT PEOPLE DID IN THE 80s IN REMOTE AREAS, sat my mom's 1984 Race Omni...
To make a long story short, I ran into Adam this morning while walking through the PATH on my way to work. He was walking towards me.
What was brutal was that I had to jog his memory and it was the car story that worked. OH MY GOD. Seriously?! All those nights on the beach ... c'mon ...
Of course, he hadn't changed but I grew out, not up. He grew up - a lot. But Adam has these piercing blue eyes and that's what I remembered. He was instantly recognizable to me.
He showed me pics of his kids on his iPhone. I showed him pics of my kid.
I'm not disclosing the full story of that summer day because:
a) family drama leads me to believe that someone trolls my blog with the purpose of starting shit
b) I want you to think what you're thinking but of course, second-guess if I really was that stupid
Did I take the car?
Only four people know if I did or not.
I'm waiting for the phone call from my mother in 5... 4... 3...
3 comments:
I am going to guess took the car and got back in time but parked in the wrong spot. I don't know if you would be able to talk your way out of it thought....you definitely are a quick wit....but if the parents put the pressure on at 14 would you crack....?
15.
I don't care about the car (cause' I know you took it and I did the same thing when I was 15) BUT to see him after all these years, WOW!!! I am sorry you had to jog his memory, women never forget stuff like that but it seems guys always do.
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