Pregnant

My cousin, Judy, married when she was 16. Her lordship was my age. They dated the time she was 14. He tried to take her virginity, but she wouldn’t let me.

When she was 16, he proposed and she agreed. She said she’d save herself for her wedding night. And she did it until the week before the wedding.

She spoke to a friend of hers who told her that Judy’s fiancee had been at a party a few weeks before he proposed to Judy. He’d been drinking and had two of Judy’s friends who were at the party, too.

Wow, how things change with every decade that pass us by. I was born in the late 50 and grew up with loving rock music and the long-haired tires of time. I grew up in the age where girls wore short skirts and pants more rarity than the norm if you wanted to look good for the boys. My parents had their hands full with me, but I never hurt them until I was 17. I remember being in the 11th grade and it came to Spring Break. That’s when I never heard of the big spring break adventures that kids today know so well. I just knew we had a few weeks off, and I wanted to do something nice instead of sitting around and let the two weeks slip away. It was my best friend. Kelly who brought me the paper cut that would change my whole life. There was a comment at the entertainment section that one of my favorite bands of all time would play at our convention center next Saturday night, which was exactly half the spring break.