My sixth grade teacher told my mother that I was the most boy-crazy girl she’d ever had in class in the thirty years of teaching. My mom came home from parent-teacher conference madder than hell at me.
So I like boys…what’s wrong with that? Next in line to boys my favorite subject was reading…about boys. In my mind I can still see the cover of a book I read called “Fifteen” by Beverly Cleary. When he holds her hand for the first time…ah romance.
Fifteen seemed so grown up to me at age ten. Five decades later, the first touch of fingers, a glance, kiss, or sexy banter, can still thrill me. I’ve often wondered what my teacher, Mrs. Pugsley would think about me making money writing about BOYS!