I was only 7 years old, living with my grandmother when my neighbor's youngest daughter spoke to me first. This story is hilarious, amazing and then sad, I wish I could have had the chance to meet her for our third decade... young as I am radiating naivete due to my age I know I am a boy and that she is a girl I remember I wanted us to be friends and even closer than that I do not know what drives me to this only that it is what I want in a show of affection I push her -and she pushes back, stained with dirt and grandma breaks us up and it was then I got the definition grandma asks me to bathe get ready for the marriage, she says we will take care of the bride-price later after the girl and I marry I dash to the bathroom and bathe I am excited, do I really know why I am this elated? and I look at the starry eyed girl innocently unaware of the budding romance ten years later and I am a young man it would b...
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