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I Was Barely 12 When She First Touched Me
Now I’m 53, and have never shared this story in public. Until now
I remember the moment clear as day.
It was 6th grade; Mrs. Gordon was my teacher. She was like my mom’s age and super friendly for an adult I guess (at least that’s what I thought when I was 12). Always very attentive to our class. It wasn’t until later that I understood WHY she was extra attentive to some of us.
But I digress.
She gave us a homework assignment which was a 300-word essay. We could write about anything we wanted to, but it had to follow some basic rules. The guidelines weren’t rigid; I mean, we were only 6th graders.
I remember going home a little nervous and, at the same time, oddly excited.
Weird right? To have these strange sensations because of Mrs. Gordon’s assignment, I mean. I guess it was “technically” about the age where boys begin to, you know, hit puberty and stuff.
This feels strange writing about this here, but anyway…
It was kind of like a first dance or a first date, I suppose. Although I didn’t know about dancing or dating when I was twelve. It wasn’t until later that I really understood what was happening.
