Nippon Naughty
The last bash of summer before we had to go back to school and boredom.
A celebration was held at the river, a happening place and the place to be for a teen.
The Labor day dance was held for all to enjoy; I tagged along with my older sister to
keep her out of trouble...She found her husband that night and I thought I would be
a bench warmer all night. Until from out of nowhere a Japanese young man bowed
and asked for a dance. I shyly declined...
He was stronger and grabbed my arm; so we danced a few hours across the floor.
Who would think that dancing with a complete stranger cheek to cheek was so
exciting to a young girl's heart.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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