I’ve been reading a lot the past few days about the 40th anniversary of the Apollo 11 mission. Many people have been recalling what they were doing that day. I decided to write down what I was doing 40 years ago today. Most people that know me might think that like any 15 year old back in ’69, I would have been glued to the TV to witness that famous landing live.
I was not. I was too busy trying to explore strange new worlds that were much closer to me. A 19 year old neighbour of ours (she lived a few floors below us) wanted me to teach her how to swim. I was only too happy to help as it gave me many opportunities for exploring a mature (to me) female form. There were a lot of glances down a swimsuit top that seemed to float above her for a second as she would lay back in my arms as I taught her to float. There was lots of accidental groping when ever she would realize that she couldn’t touch bottom and would wrap herself around me. It was really pretty innocent on both our parts but a few times that summer, her brother would show up and let me know to, “Stay away from his sister.” She moved away at the end of the summer but it was not the last time I saw her.
Through a long series of coincidences, I ended up at her wedding five years later. It turned out that her Mother was a friend of my Mother in law and my wife and I were invited to the wedding. At the wedding I was looking at my wife more than the bride so it didn’t strike me until her brother came up to my wife and I and said, “Aren’t you the guy that was fooling around with my sister?” Real smooth guy. Thanks a lot. Luckily for me, my wife accepted my explanation.