Diamond789: I Can't be Critical
Diamond,
I remember quite well growing up and longing to date those sweet girls from school. I played football and ran track. During the summer months I worked a job so I could buy new shirts for the coming semester.
The things most important were those Sharkskin shiny shirts or striped ones with a button down collar like the Beachboys wore.I never really paid much attention to my old jeans.The older the better the tighter the fit and that precious bulge marking the approach of manhood.
Never paid much attention to an old pair of leather shoes I had even though the soles were glued on. As I grew bigger I would simply borrow dad's razorblades and slice the sides of the leather and soak the shoes in a bucket of water overnight.When morning came I'd put those old shoes on and by noon of that day they'd fit almost perfect.
I basically only had to wear those old shoes part of the school day because when track running time came along I'd get a pair of track shoes to wear the rest of the day.Same routine when football season come along.
Girls would sometimes stop and talk with me in the halls but not often.In fact words like,pregnancy, abortion,sex and masturbation were major no-no's and meant instant retribution which I wasn't too fond of,,,,,,
Thru' it all I wore the same pairs of jeans. I guess I wore those jeans for about 3 years. Switching on and off.I guess one day dad just decided it was time for a new pair.
I remember I was in the 9th. grade and was wearing those new jeans to school one day and was stopped by several girls in the hall.I was corraled by girls I would have died for.
The one I would have died most for stood looking me square in the eyes and said," 'bout time you got rid of them smelly ol' jeans".
I never did get to date in school.I barely made it thru' the 10th. grade and volunteered into the USMC to join the killing fields of Viet-Nam.
Now I see younger people going out on dates in cars held together by tape,hugs and kisses. Everytime I get behind some old car full of kids driving a klunker coughing flames and smoke, I remember the way things used to be for me and I can find no grounds to be critical.
Even now my Jeep is getting old.My Monte Carlo needs an oil change.Soon I'll likely be driving round a modern ol' heap, just like the kids do now-a-days.
Like I said before,,,,,I can't be critical,,,,
you summed up your life in a nice way move on a bit, still you sound cool and no i dont envy you i did a stunt in the forign legion different sort of wars , men and army but an experience that wil stay with me forever . good luck