My first love.....

Some time ago, I promised I would write all about my first boyfriend. My sister, Rhonda, and I always played games when we were younger and much of the time we had imaginary friends playing with us. We lived in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE so there was no one else around to play with during the summer. If you had a friend, you definitely had to conjure them up in your mind. We always played in different parts of our yard, which by the way was huge, and we would divide it up into sections, most of the time with the grass clippings after it had been mowed. We would rake the grass into shapes of houses and that's where we lived. It was a great game! As we got a little older, we decided we needed husbands so.......we made them up! Rhonda was always standing there with her back to me and she could wrap her arms around her body and it looked like she was being hugged by someone! It was crazy how that looked and it made me plum mad! I couldn't do it with my arms and so I had to improvise. AND, as luck would have it, I didn't have to imagine my feller up.....He lived on the side of the road at the edge of our yard. We had these little black metal telephone poles that were about 4' tall and they had numbers written in white paint on one side. My guy's name was 764589. I ALWAYS had to go to his house because he only had one leg, but MAN, did we ever have some good times! We'd talk and play games and even danced on occasion. I remember him dipping me during a ballroom type dance several times! He WAS a faithful boyfriend and never danced with Rhonda, well.....at least not that I ever saw! One day I went to see him and a bird had flown over and......well......you know! His numbers were really hard to read that day and I was understandably upset but in no time, he was clean as a whistle. You think I'm kidding don't you? Well I'm not and this is all very true account of a game of make believe that two little girls played in Kosciusko, Mississippi! You can ask Rhonda, (aka Ole Limber Arms) if you don't believe me! Now that I'm all grown up, I wonder if mama ever looked out the window and wondered what in the heck I was doing dancing with the telephone pole? OR, HOLY COW, how does Rhonda do that with her arms! If she did, she never mentioned it! She had probably long given up on trying to figure out what we were up to! God bless her and daddy for raising us AND doing a darn good job of it! I ended up with a man, just as faithful as ole 764589 but he's no where near as good a dancer! I have all kinds of good stories so stay tuned....... I still can't do that with my arms!

I've always heard that God is especially close to the simple minded. You know He's gotta' LOVE me! God bless you all..........