In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “West End Girls.”
I grew up all over the place – Missouri, California, Oregon, and then finished it off in the air force living in Texas, Mississippi, South Carolina, and Puerto Rico. But perhaps the most critical time of my growing occurred on a Missouri farm with 100 head of cattle, 400 head of hogs, and 360 acre of pasture and corn fields.
Town was 15 miles away, so my social life was more “heard about” than an experience, especially before I was old enough to drive. My getting from pillar to post involved a bicycle, a saddle horse, and my thumb. I can’t tell you how many nights I hiked most of those 15 miles back home.
But my first girlfriend lived near by. We used to disappear into the cornfields where I gained my first experience of kissing a girl between the ears.
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