October 23, 2009

Flashback Friday

I quite randomly remembered this incident that happened when I was 10 years old. Its actually quite funny but at the time, it was rather traumatic for me.

The Whitcomb family was getting ready to move. Their family was good friends with ours. They had 4 kids. Their oldest was a couple years older than I was, his name was Drew and we were good friends. I remember my siblings teasing us about liking each other but in my totally naive way, the thought had never occurred to me. I just looked at him as one of my best friends.

They came over for one last dinner before their move and afterwards all of us kids decided to play a game of hide-and-go-seek in the dark, one of our all time favorites.

I had a small glow in the dark disk that fit in the palm of my hand that I was carrying around with me. I don't know why I was, I just was. So there.

During one of the games, Drew and I ran to my sister's room and crouched down in the corner as I tried to hide my glow in the dark disk with my hands.

"Here. " Drew whispered, as he placed one of his hands on top of mine, "Let's hide it together."
Truth be told, my first thought was, well that's just silly, I can hide it just fine by myself.

But as the minutes slowly ticked by it suddenly struck me like a ton of bricks. It was just a trick to hold my hand... and he thinks that I want him too because I'm letting him!

Of all the sneaky.......

I suddenly felt like I was committing a grievous sin. Sitting here in the dark, holding hands with a boy! I was mortified! (Kind of how I feel now when I first look at myself in the mirror when I wake up)

But I also didn't want to hurt his feelings. (because I use to be nice like that) So I racked my brain as to how to get myself out of the situation.

Gathering my wits that I must have left somewhere on the intelligence table, I finally told him that we should sneak out of out hiding place and go somewhere else and with that I broke contact.

I don't remember what happened after that up until we stood outside and watched their family drive off.

"Mom, I need to talk to you." I was scared to death! Surely I was going to get into trouble, I just knew I would.

I can still see in my minds eye my mom sitting in a chair while I sat on the floor in front of her just bawling as I related what had happened and apologizing profusely, swearing that I had no idea what he had been doing!

You see, I was a good girl and didn't ever want to disappoint my parents or do anything wrong. (I know, some people, right)

Now, I can only imagine her amusement as she tried not to laugh at my distraught form. I remember being surprised when she told me it was okay and that I wasn't in trouble. I was stunned and so relieved! (kind of how I feel now when I discover that the big wet spot on the baby's bum in not from a leaky diaper, but from the big glass of water that one of the boys had just spilled all over the floor)

I sure hope your first hand holding experience was better than mine!

11 super cool people speak:

Brittney said...

haha, my first handholding experience was with Kent at age 18, and I was as clueless as you were. Apparently offering to massage a guy's hand and then leaving his hand right next to mine after the massage is a signal that I want to hold hands? Well I had no clue. The whole point of my offer was just to show off my massage skills and make his hands feel nice so he'd like me more. Holding hands wasn't even in my brain. Haha, good thing I can laugh at myself now.

I just have to know how long it takes you to bold and italicize all those words!

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

Awesome. I remember you saying once that Kent was your first and only boyfriend!

LOL! The bolding and italicizing tacks on about an extra 10 - 15 minutes. I don't even know why i do it.

Darryl said...

Kinda takes me back ... Not to my first episode in holding hands but my first time being slapped. It was in biology class and a girl I really liked (named Carol) was sitting in the row in front of me. I said something smart - I can't remember what. But she asked me to come up to her desk (those long slate tables). I thought she was going to say something sweet .... instead pow. I was crushed. You never forget your first kiss or your first slap ...

Your story brought all that back ...

Michelle said...

My first hand holding experience was with Lane, but a LOT of years ago in 7th grade. We were watching a movie in English class, and it was a big deal that we finally had a "dark" moment to "try it out." :O) I know, sneaky!!! However, I was so clueless, his old girlfriend from ALL of elementary school had to show me how! I had no idea about the whole interlocking finger thing...!

Now if only I could get him to slow down walking across the parking lot so we could try it out again one of these days...

Valerie said...

Oh my gosh! I had almost an identical story except it was at the church while we were waiting for our parents to be done talking AND he didn't move away so I was embarassed every time I saw him. Funny it's so much the same besides that though. Well, I didn't confess it though. You really were a good little girl.

Kirk and Cami Hull said...

I LOVED this story. Hilarious!! I can totally relate to the wet baby bum comment at the end! ;)

Heidi said...

Well, I'm still waiting for my first hand holding experience. Guess I'll let you know if it ever happens.

And all that bolding and italicizing adds an extra 10-15 minutes onto reading it, too! :-) I'm serious. Editor me keeps trying to put in all the (un?)intended emphases, and trying to make sure they're the right kind of emphases, which means I start to lose the story. It takes a bit to remember to turn off the editing switch. That is actually something they teach us in editing classes! But it was a humorous story. I really enjoyed it. That's some good teaching on your parents' part.

Mama Smith said...

Sarah...I am still very much "amused"...over this incident!(smile)

And Darryl: I laughed OUT LOUD...over your story!!!! (smile)

Hmmm...should I "confess"...about my FIRST KISS....I was "6" years old.....

GordoSafado said...

Wow...I didn't know this was such a big deal. Absolutely dumbfounded. I don't even know if I remember all the circumstances leading up to the first time I held a girl's hand. Honestly..you'd think you would store more valuable information in your memory banks. =)

vanessa said...

Now I have to think about when my 1st time was! I remember the first kiss now THAT was horrid!

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

LOL! I love all your stories guys!

And, sorry Heidi.

Vanessa, do tell!

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