Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Bobwhite Boyfriend Crushes


If the Bobwhites weren't mooning over old movie stars, we were drooling over our school year books. Slumber party the last day of school was mandatory. Location - rec room floor of only child, fish tank glowing in the background. Sleeping bags arranged like wagon spokes. Pillows to the center, yearbooks on top. No peeking. We would drag out our ritual every year. This was serious business! Brownies had to be baked and cooled, Coke's on ice. Pretzels in big bowls, napkins to please the Mom. Slip between the zippers, pillows tucked under elbows. Open, inside cover. Squeals of delight and endless discussions over each and every syllable, the slant of the letters, the flourish of the name. Hopefully a boy name! Our entire summer would be planned around any boys we were lucky enough to get to sign our books. We may not have had cars, but we had bikes!

Endless summer days of riding our bikes past boy's houses that we each had crushes on. We would make enough noise to bring anyone out of their houses, but not the boys! The only time we ever saw them was if they were outside mowing the lawn or playing basket ball. Heads down, pedal faster, not enough nerve to stop. All summer long we thrilled ourselves with the possibility that one would look up and smile, or gasp, wave! And then one day, one did! "Hey, do you girls live around here? I see you ride past my house every single day." "UHHHH, we just like the exercise. Well, gotta go." He probably could hear us squealing all the way out of his neighborhood. This one hello kept us on cloud nine for the entire summer. Nothing more was needed. So simple were our days.


6 comments:

annemarie said...

Oh the memories - we did the same thing when we were young - sleepovers and slumber parties - great times. I love those peg dolls - so cute!!

barncat said...

I remember riding my bike past the boy's houses all summer, my friends and I just hoping for a glimpse, but never knowing what to say if they were actually outside!

I received my note cards in the mail Monday, they're lovely, thank you, Elizabeth!

Anonymous said...

I remember doing the same thing as a young girl. My bestfriend and I would walk past this one particular boy's house every day just hoping to get a glimpse of him.

Lallee said...

Slumber parties were the best! I loved staying over at my friend Terri's. We would make Chef-Boyardee pizza late at night, and then her father would always get Dixie Creme doughnuts for us the next morning.

Shean said...

Because I was a tomboy my girl friends would make me go up to the house of the guy they like to ask him if he wanted to play basketball or football etc. I spent many summers with the guys from the neighborhood playing tackle football to my delight, but soon the gig was up when my girlfriends found out the really reason it was fun to play a sport.

creative breathing said...

Thank you for the memories! We all had "boyfriend summers"! Elizabeth