Getting Mortified

[Kevy Baby]

Originally Posted by katiesue

Year isn't dated but it's 6th grade so erm 1977ish

Jan 6h - Went to Becky's and Andy's birthday party. Byron asked me to go with him. We kissed 9 times!

Ho!

[blueerica]

Originally Posted by Cadaverous Pallor

I've always felt annoyed that my best conversations over the phone weren't recorded for posterity.I adored that the passed notes were captured on paper, and I saved them. Each and every note anyone ever gave me in high school, I saved. Swear to God. If I sat next to someone in a class and we passed notes back and forth, I saved it if it seemed somewhat interesting.

I felt that way about some conversations, never kept passed notes, and I'm glad they're left in my mind so that they can survive the passage of time and maturity. I still think they were pretty cool. I was fortunate enough to have friends that were into philosophy, the discussion of religion and politics, art, music, travel - at least the travel we dreamed of doing.

Too bad there wasn't a hidden camera set up in the coffee shop we hung out in. I remember being the only group in there. Coffee shops were a relatively new thing in the middle of nowhere in the 90s.

I thought it would make for good drama - but I couldn't keep the truth out of it, and I sure as hell didn't want to do a tell-all. That's a problem I continue to have when writing longer stories.

I find that to be true for myself - longer stores becoming semi-autobiographical. I try to veer away, but unless it's very far removed from my own reality, there's always a grain of myself in what I write - even a few short stories. Though I haven't looked back on it in a while, I am certain that there's much in the Inspiration thread(s) that came from my own experiences.

Originally Posted by BarTopDancer

Burned journals, burned photos. When I was 16 or so we went to the beach, lit bonfires and burned so much stuff we shouldn't have (clothes, mixed tapes, evidence). The Beach patrol loved us. Not.

I remember a photo burning or two in my time with you. Looking back on it now - even though it wasn't my own stuff, knowing someone else was liberating herself from the past was liberating to me. I'll never forget it.

[katiesue]

Originally Posted by Kevy Baby

Ho!

I know. I thought it was only 6 times but 9. Very slutty for one's first kiss/boyfriend.