Walking To School With Girls.

Count Sneaky By Count Sneaky, 22nd Jun 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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If you were lucky enough to walk to and from school with a lovely little blonde; to have had a dog with an unusual name that made your mother cringe; and a father who protected your rights as a kid; you were really lucky! Here's the story, or at least part of it.

Intriguing Creatures.

When I was in elementary school many, many, (many) long years ago I used to walk to school with the little girl that lived down the street from me. I thought of her as "Ann of the fair face and golden locks." Even then I was intrigued by the creatures. So, one day walking back home from school, I happened to mention that I had heard on the radio that they were building outside of town, a dam site better than required because of the war effort (WWll.)

Hissy Fits and Such.

She shuddered, clamped her hand over her mouth, and dropped her books on the sidewalk. She said I should never use such foul and profane language in her presence again. When I got home, I told my mother what I had said and she chased me and my dog, Snot, through the back screen door with a broom and out into the back yard yelling at me never to use such " foul, profane, and ugly language" in her presence again! Confused by the whole thing, I went down the street and played marbles with my friend Ludlow. At least, Ludlow and Snot never got upset about anything I said.

Forgiveness and Another Screw-Up.

The next day, "Ann of the fair face, etc. " deigned to accompany me to and from school if I would agree never to use such language in her presence again...henceforth and forever! Fascinating creatures these women. "Oh, hell yes!" I exclaimed confident of my feral charm
As I watched " Ann of the etc." run home as fast as her little legs would carry her, I told my dog, Snot, that I didn't think anyone understood me except him. He promptly peed on my leg and went to his dog house. But, she forgave me and the next day when I presented her with some treats that I had wrapped in a golden tin with a bright red ribbon. She didn't have to know that they were some chewy treats that my mother had bought for Snot last week.

All's Well That Ends Well, Sort Of...

I told my father what I had done and he couldn't keep a straight face
around my mother for days. I knew which side my little butt was
buttered on. Ann continued to walk home with me from school every day and though I thought our relationship was a little frosty, I carried her books everyday and took every chance to take a quick peck on her cheek. Gradually our relationship warmed to the level of the previous week and I could now hold her hand! I couldn't wait to see what the next year would bring. Oh be still my beating heart!

By Count Sneaky


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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
26th Jun 2012 (#)

Odd dog name! Funny tale. Tsk tsk.

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author avatar Count Sneaky
28th Jun 2012 (#)

Thanks Mark, Most of this story is true. Unfortunately. my father was transfered to another city and I never got to walk to school with Ann after the fourth grade . Snot's name was really "Snooks,". I changed it for a little dignity, which I rarely
achieve. Count Sneaky.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
4th Jul 2012 (#)


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author avatar vpaulose
4th Jul 2012 (#)

Interesting. Thank you

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
11th Jul 2012 (#)

Sweet memories are made of these! siva

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
16th Jul 2012 (#)

this is wonderful! it makes me laugh so much...I used the word bloody once and I got reported for it!!!!

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