Mom at 16 with mysterious guy, 1963
We have this picture of me taken the summer of 1983, and the freckles on my face have quadrupled, and I’m smiling like an idiot cause it is my birthday. It was taken at the yellow brick bungalow beside Grandma’s where I grew up, just after blowing out 16 candles.
In truth, I don’t really remember the day, but we have this picture from that day and in the one corner of the shot is the hairy, muscular arm of my boyfriend at the time, which is the only picture I have of him, left. This boyfriend who not long after broke my heart, like they often do at that age. And yes, my Mother warned me, but I didn’t listen, cause I was in love and therefore knew everything.
And I’d spend hours getting ready, to go driving with him in his…
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