Of Icky Things and Girls
You can't let your guard down for a moment.46 total reviews
Comment from Nosha17
The things the younger set get up to!! My kids never told me about Post Office! We used to call a similar game. Postman's knock! Well written story full of humour and kids' talk. Enjoyable read. Faye
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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The things the younger set get up to!! My kids never told me about Post Office! We used to call a similar game. Postman's knock! Well written story full of humour and kids' talk. Enjoyable read. Faye
Comment Written 02-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Thank you, Faye. I'm delighted you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
Comment from Patti R.
Oh no, Mrs. Tuttle! The teacher with the kittens in her bra!
Falsies! I never understood the point in wearing those. I always figured there would be moment of truth which could prove embarrassing.
'The basement continued to spin at 45 rpm.' The two paragraphs that lead up to this line are fantastic! This line made me laugh out loud.
I like Chester!
loco beans and girl-butt, no ickier than a night crawler, heebie-jeebies ... ah, shit, Lee, I'm transported back to 6th grade and Heidi Wenslaf's party! It was only Spin the Bottle, Post Office must be an American game! As soon as the kids starting sitting around in a circle, I made a fine excuse and hustling my girl-butt home. I totally despised boys.
You are in the heads of these kids, boys and girls. How the heck do you do that? Gerald is exactly like my boy. Chester is like my other boy.
This is such a sweet story. Not sugar-sweet, well yeah, that, too. But sweet like perfect!
Patti
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Oh no, Mrs. Tuttle! The teacher with the kittens in her bra!
Falsies! I never understood the point in wearing those. I always figured there would be moment of truth which could prove embarrassing.
'The basement continued to spin at 45 rpm.' The two paragraphs that lead up to this line are fantastic! This line made me laugh out loud.
I like Chester!
loco beans and girl-butt, no ickier than a night crawler, heebie-jeebies ... ah, shit, Lee, I'm transported back to 6th grade and Heidi Wenslaf's party! It was only Spin the Bottle, Post Office must be an American game! As soon as the kids starting sitting around in a circle, I made a fine excuse and hustling my girl-butt home. I totally despised boys.
You are in the heads of these kids, boys and girls. How the heck do you do that? Gerald is exactly like my boy. Chester is like my other boy.
This is such a sweet story. Not sugar-sweet, well yeah, that, too. But sweet like perfect!
Patti
Comment Written 02-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Yup! Same Mrs. Tuttle. So glad you remember her bra-kittens.
No falsies never made sense in my world. I remember the first time I discovered a girl had deceived me. I took off her bra, and she actually said, 'I'm sorry.' I felt bad. But boy, was she flat. Responsiveness always trumped size with me. Not that a handful doesn't feel good.
I'm so glad I reminded you of your boys. That tells me I'm hitting the right notes.
I'll bet the boys at Heidi's party were sorry to see your girl-butt scoot out the door.
I like sweet. I'm glad you enjoyed.
Peace, Lee
Comment from kiwijenny
Don't worry this is throw up your lunch GOOD.....
I remember these days....we didn't have a shower curtain....A blanket....and when my boy friend ....erased my name off his patter tennis bat....a wooden version of a tennis racket I ran out if the classroom crying....telling the teacher I needed sickbay...yikes...well well written piece...brought back way too many awkward memories
God bless
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Don't worry this is throw up your lunch GOOD.....
I remember these days....we didn't have a shower curtain....A blanket....and when my boy friend ....erased my name off his patter tennis bat....a wooden version of a tennis racket I ran out if the classroom crying....telling the teacher I needed sickbay...yikes...well well written piece...brought back way too many awkward memories
God bless
Comment Written 02-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Thanks so much, kiwijenny. We all remember those incredibly awkward days. I'm glad you enjoyed the trip back as much as I did. Peace, Lee
Comment from dennis0530
Writing about the pre-teen years, the author gives us glimpses of their adventures and mis-adventures. I would have categorized this as General Truth, ain't it?
The exciting, nervous and sweaty introduction of the boys and girls to their future roles is undoubtedly a "no training training." All the fumblings I suppose are all part of the training.
Does anybody have to train hard for this?
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Writing about the pre-teen years, the author gives us glimpses of their adventures and mis-adventures. I would have categorized this as General Truth, ain't it?
The exciting, nervous and sweaty introduction of the boys and girls to their future roles is undoubtedly a "no training training." All the fumblings I suppose are all part of the training.
Does anybody have to train hard for this?
Comment Written 02-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Thank you, Dennis. Everything is based on truth, but the characters and the dialogue are all fiction. Glad you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
Comment from sweetwoodjax
this is very well written, humpwhistle, I enjoyed reading this poem about the "horrors" of the post office game at the birthday party. this made me smile and have a few memories.
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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this is very well written, humpwhistle, I enjoyed reading this poem about the "horrors" of the post office game at the birthday party. this made me smile and have a few memories.
Comment Written 02-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Thank you, Sweetie. I'm glad you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
Comment from GeraldS
Where the heck were these girls when I was growing up. I got slapped so many times that I often didn't know whether I was on horseback or afoot. I had more concussions than a quarterback playing professional football.
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Where the heck were these girls when I was growing up. I got slapped so many times that I often didn't know whether I was on horseback or afoot. I had more concussions than a quarterback playing professional football.
Comment Written 02-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Thank you, Gerald. I'm glad you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
Comment from irishauthorme
This tour of the 'Easy Does It' Grammar School, followed by Ruth's 'Growing Up Fast,' is one of your best shots at interpreting our first ventures with the(hate to say it) opposite sex.
Who does not recall(with lecherous delight!) their first fumbling, sweaty encounter with a girl who would let you touch her budding endowments(although we had no idea what to do next!)?
Ah, and a perfect characterization of a guy we all remember(and perhaps were?), good old Gerald.
This is one of your deepest digs into the human genome.
irish
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This tour of the 'Easy Does It' Grammar School, followed by Ruth's 'Growing Up Fast,' is one of your best shots at interpreting our first ventures with the(hate to say it) opposite sex.
Who does not recall(with lecherous delight!) their first fumbling, sweaty encounter with a girl who would let you touch her budding endowments(although we had no idea what to do next!)?
Ah, and a perfect characterization of a guy we all remember(and perhaps were?), good old Gerald.
This is one of your deepest digs into the human genome.
irish
Comment Written 02-Sep-2014
Comment from gypsycaravan
Are you ever allowed to add some of the stars together to give a "Ten." That was hilarious. I could just visualize all those kids from my past "post office" days. What fun growing up. Ha Great job of writing. Not one thing, be it SPAG, typo, or auto-correct distracted me. Loved it.
reply by the author on 07-Sep-2014
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Are you ever allowed to add some of the stars together to give a "Ten." That was hilarious. I could just visualize all those kids from my past "post office" days. What fun growing up. Ha Great job of writing. Not one thing, be it SPAG, typo, or auto-correct distracted me. Loved it.
Comment Written 02-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 07-Sep-2014
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Thanks so much, gypsy. This was a fun write. I'm delighted you enjoyed. Peace, Lee
Comment from Green Lake Girl
So, are you Gerald? Poor kid, he had his average life all figured out, then along comes the fastest kisser in the west. Loved the phrase, "training tits". Beth is a serious slut at such a tender age. I wonder how she turned out . . .
Great story!
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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So, are you Gerald? Poor kid, he had his average life all figured out, then along comes the fastest kisser in the west. Loved the phrase, "training tits". Beth is a serious slut at such a tender age. I wonder how she turned out . . .
Great story!
Comment Written 02-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Thank you, Green Lake Girl. No, I'm not Gerald, exactly. "Beth" turned out fine. She was just precocious. Besides, she wasn't getting felt up, her sister's falsies were.
Beth always had an angle. Peace, Lee
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So says you, who owns no titties! LOL
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Maybe I don't own no titties, but I've borrowed a few. L
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Too funny!
Comment from IndianaIrish
I'm sure all your readers love this story, as it brings us back to our innocence. It was so much more fun learning than like today's kids who already know everything. I loved those first boy-girl parties, but I never wore jeans. It was a skirt, knee socks, and sweater. Boys are dumb. I loved the C-averages who did only what had to be done. Boys who could spell or knew how to do fractions were more interested in grades than girls. And don't let any of them tell you they didn't want to kiss a boy or have their butt felt by gropy paws.
Your story is fantastic, hw. Your descriptions, kid thoughts and dialogue are perfect. Funny, entertaining, and makes me want to play Post Office again and do icky things.
Smiles,
Indy :-)
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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I'm sure all your readers love this story, as it brings us back to our innocence. It was so much more fun learning than like today's kids who already know everything. I loved those first boy-girl parties, but I never wore jeans. It was a skirt, knee socks, and sweater. Boys are dumb. I loved the C-averages who did only what had to be done. Boys who could spell or knew how to do fractions were more interested in grades than girls. And don't let any of them tell you they didn't want to kiss a boy or have their butt felt by gropy paws.
Your story is fantastic, hw. Your descriptions, kid thoughts and dialogue are perfect. Funny, entertaining, and makes me want to play Post Office again and do icky things.
Smiles,
Indy :-)
Comment Written 02-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 04-Sep-2014
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Thanks so much, Indy. It's fun to unlock some memories we all can relate to. I put Beth in dungarees on purpose. Butt feeling through or under a skirt seemed too much for this story.
Feeling up falsies (by proxy)struck me as very funny.
Thanks for the galaxy. And I hope you relived some good moments. Peace, Lee
