I have no idea which verse the first two are posted or I would link to them. I searched for them but couldn't find either in my history and have no clue how along ago I wrote them. Maybe I'll rewrite them since this verse seems to be a more approbate venue but here goes the one I've been thinking about for the past few days:
Pam's Shirt [of course names have been changed]
In my little neck of the neighborhood, at this point in time, there were three other kids about my age [8?]. Two were other boys , Bill & Mark, and Pam who was a year younger than us. Pam lived on my side of the street and had a crush on me, Bill had a crush on here, I just wanted to hang out and do lazy but fun shit.
So were were hanging out and doing lazy but fun shit across the street behind Bills and Mark's houses where there was a secluded wooded area that boarded a park. Bill suggests we get Pam to take her shirt off. [innocent behavior which would deviate to more obnoxious things as we grew older] Something in my young soul gave the notion that is would be wrong and I said no. Mark was game either way and would always remain Canada in our future battles. Bill attempted to coax Pam by removing his shirt and tried to get me and Mark to remove ours I instead lead us out of the woods back towards the front of the houses.
Across the street there was Pam's Dad wondering where his little girl was and what those three boys were getting her into this time. Little did he know, huh? Well he calls her and we walk her back across the street toward her house. As soon as we get within speaking range Bill says to Pam's Dad, "Anon tried to get Pam to take her shirt off!"
Everyone turns and looks at me, Pam's Dad is furious, his suspicions being affirmed, all I could say was "No, I didn't" neither Mark nor Pam immediately spoke up to defend me.
So Pam's Dad takes her inside, I ask Bill why he said that and he blurts out that he was worried that I was going to tell on him first.
And that was the last we saw of Pam for the rest of the summer.
A few summers come and go, tensions have long since healed over, Pam still has her crush on me, Bill still has his crush on her. Other kids have moved in by now but that isn't relevant at the moment.
I'm in front of my house throwing a tennis ball against the brick wall and fielding it with my glove racing to throw out the imaginary runner who was also the imaginary next batter. It was a game of fast-paced, solitary, baseball I had invented to pass time and improve fielding skills. From behind me there is Pam and Bill arm-and-arm walking past on the sidewalk. I give the greeting and Pam informs me that she no longer likes me, she likes Bill, to which I reply "Cool, wanna hang out?"
Her eyes bulge and mouth drops open, obviously not the response she had expected, there was an awkward silence for maybe five seconds until Bill replies "No, we're going that way" and points down the street. I shrug my shoulders and get back to whatever inning I was in at my solitary baseball.
A few days later just me and Pam are hanging out in my garage, doing lazy but fun shit, sitting on a half filled inner tube, my makeshift sofa in my makeshift den. She informs me she dumped Bill cause he was still trying to get her to remove her clothes. I replied something like "You should do whatever you feel like doing" and she responds by saying "I feel like doing this", sits up and lifts her shirt.
Hormones had still not kicked in for me yet and from what I remember they hadn't for her either, it was like looking at another boy's chest. Once she put down her shirt we just moved on with the next summer active burning the time away as kids do.
Maybe two, three weeks later, not sure enough time had passed that I had forgotten about the event which was so insignificant to me at the time. I find out through my parents that that Bill had told Pam's Dad that I had gotten her to reveal herself to me. Obviously she had told Bill for some reason and in a jealous rage he had told her Dad and now it's back to me and that we're not allowed to hang out any more.
And that would be the last I saw of my good childhood friend Pam until she would approach me in a pizza shop years later but that story is a story for another day.