Ajoleblon...A Cajun Tale

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Lafayette, Louisiana, United States
This journal is a bunch of rants about nothing. Mostly lighthearted happenings in the life of a woman who is very simple and who wants for nothing but greatly appreciates whatever is given. You will find nothing profound here but hopefully something that will make you laugh and that's what I enjoy doing most. Being humorous. Fight all error, but do it with good humor, patience, kindness, and love. Harshness will damage your own soul and spoil the best cause.

Monday, January 30, 2006

My first kiss

I was remembering my very first day of school. It is a day I will unlikely never forget because of a little boy named Bill Key. I sometime wonder whatever happened to that little boy that caused much grief on my first day of school.

Picture this little blond haired girl standing in line for lunch. Unsure of what to do. Very much wanting to go home to momma. I’m standing there playing with my hair, hopping from one foot to the other, and I know I can't possibly be appealing to any first grader, when the cutest boy with a crew cut walks up to me and kisses me on the back of the neck. Imagine my eyes? I'm sure they looked like saucers in my head. After that I surely could not eat a thing! My heart was all a flutter and I was so ashamed and didn't know what to do.

I had to go home and break the news to momma.  Her daughter was no longer a virgin where kisses from little boys were concerned. It only took one day out of her grasp and I was a girl with experience!

The very next morning, when I woke up, I could not lift my head from the pillow. I had a crick in my neck. I had no clue what was going on. I had to call my mother to come see what the matter was. She,  taking the opportunity to teach her daughter a very valuable lesson, informs me that is what happens when boys kiss you. They cause a pain in the neck. Well, lets just say the little boy got what was coming to him when I got to school. It was my one and only knock down drag out fight with the opposite sex.

He moved away in the third grade and I never heard from him again but throughout the years I’ve often wondered about him. I ended up having a school girl crush on him until he did move away. After all he was my first kiss and to this day I still like being kissed on the neck. Where ever you are Bill Key, thank you for the memory!


luvatalaff said...

that`s a great memory thanks for sharing it!

sangrialel said...

and they never stopped being a pain in the neck from that point on, as I recall!  Lelly

saleenm98 said...

Isn't it sweet, those little memories?  But you rmomma taught you the lesson of a lifetime:  After you let a boy kiss you, he just becomes a pain in the neck!  haha  Cute

samnsmile5 said...

Great memory and what a lesson your mom taught you....love it!!
I just found your journal by way...I think...of Ellen.  :)  I really enjoyed reading, I will be back.

stupidsheetguy said...

You sure do have a knack for telling a great story. I love childhood memories. Hope you don't still get the same result from the neck-kisses though...



stupidsheetguy said...

I'm fine, thanks!


siennastarr said...

LOL at StupidSheetGuy's comment!  That was too cute!

I am in total agreement with your mom.  Men are a pain in the neck... and sometimes elsewhere also....  ;)


gaboatman said...

What a great story, thanks for sharing!  Still chuckling here!

hadonfield78 said...

It probably took him years of therapy to deal with getting pumled to death..lol

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