Oh my lord, you actually wrote a note confessing to the whole thing?! I didn't expect you to say that...that's extremely conscientious behaviour, considering the nature of the situation. Great piece, Hal!
Who is this young thirteen-year-old boy we are talking about here? I myself, have never met him. The only wild thing a son of mine was guilty of was ‘skipping school’ and hanging out at the ping ball machine store on Mantua. Other than that, he was a dutiful, kind-hearted, honor roll student, (Petersons’🤗) charming and loving son! ❤️❤️❤️ Ma
Yes totally a rite of passage for teenagers in the 70s! Not just the boys. I remember finding them in my uncles basement when babysitting my niece and nephew. And peeking through them. Your story took me back to those feelings of curiosity, excitement and shame.
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Great story, Hal! Peeking at a Playboy purloined from a neighborhood dad must have been a rite of passage for kids who grew up in the 70's. You sparked some memories for me. How innocent those days were that at the time felt terribly naughty and shameful.
I was at Lakeside in Marblehead last weekend and heard about the party. I wish I could have been there, it would have been lovely to see Jeff, Julie, David, Margot and you.
When our oldest son was in 5th or 6th grade, we bought a copy of “Our Bodies, Ourselves “ and gave it him to read, look at the pictures, etc. It was an up-to-date, non-judgemental source of sexual information…he wasn’t interested. We never saw him read it, and after awhile it disappeared. Oh well…so much for modern sex education. Months later (or was it years?) we found the book under his mattress.
I laughed so hard reading this! I also remember when a certain sister discovered a little boy who will remain unnamed’s copy of a Victoria Secret catalog under the mattress when the boy was about four or five while helping to clean bedrooms. How did that precocious boy know that was the hiding spot?!
Oh my lord, you actually wrote a note confessing to the whole thing?! I didn't expect you to say that...that's extremely conscientious behaviour, considering the nature of the situation. Great piece, Hal!
Who is this young thirteen-year-old boy we are talking about here? I myself, have never met him. The only wild thing a son of mine was guilty of was ‘skipping school’ and hanging out at the ping ball machine store on Mantua. Other than that, he was a dutiful, kind-hearted, honor roll student, (Petersons’🤗) charming and loving son! ❤️❤️❤️ Ma
Yes totally a rite of passage for teenagers in the 70s! Not just the boys. I remember finding them in my uncles basement when babysitting my niece and nephew. And peeking through them. Your story took me back to those feelings of curiosity, excitement and shame.
Hope you enjoy this beautiful day.
Love ❤️
Great story, Hal! Peeking at a Playboy purloined from a neighborhood dad must have been a rite of passage for kids who grew up in the 70's. You sparked some memories for me. How innocent those days were that at the time felt terribly naughty and shameful.
I was at Lakeside in Marblehead last weekend and heard about the party. I wish I could have been there, it would have been lovely to see Jeff, Julie, David, Margot and you.
xo B
When our oldest son was in 5th or 6th grade, we bought a copy of “Our Bodies, Ourselves “ and gave it him to read, look at the pictures, etc. It was an up-to-date, non-judgemental source of sexual information…he wasn’t interested. We never saw him read it, and after awhile it disappeared. Oh well…so much for modern sex education. Months later (or was it years?) we found the book under his mattress.
I laughed so hard reading this! I also remember when a certain sister discovered a little boy who will remain unnamed’s copy of a Victoria Secret catalog under the mattress when the boy was about four or five while helping to clean bedrooms. How did that precocious boy know that was the hiding spot?!