Hands Fly Up Panties Fly Down
October 1958
I am six
The elastic on my panties has snapped
This is before girls could wear pants
So I am holding them up under my dress all day
with both hands
2 o'clock recess
Joey K begins chasing me around the playground
I am running, holding my panties up with both hands
through my dress - not easy
He grabs me, and kisses me.
My hands fly up.
My panties slide off.
This was my first kiss and I was angry as a wet calico cat
I was hissing and spitting, and held a grudge for a long time.
Never wanting to see this creepy boy again.
2:35 pm
We get called to the principal's office
The kisser and me.
She asks what happens
He says "It's okay Miss Kneeland, when I grow up I am going to
marry her."
Marry me! I am going to marry Daddy, thank you very much!
October 1971
I married my first kisser
We are still married.
And he is still chasing me
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