Rememberies, part 5.

In early 1970 or so we all moved from Tennessee to SW Virginia. I was a radical change for me because we never went to live on or near a military base when we were there. It was my first chance to be a “civilian” not just another “Navy-brat”.

The first few months in VA, we lived with some old Navy buddies of Dads. I can’t remember much about that time, not even who it was we were living with. I think it was some of the same folks we knew in Japan. What I do remember was that a neighbor kid showed me my first “nekkid lady” picture, no doubt ripped from his pop’s Playboy magazine. It didn’t start premature puberty or anything like that, it’s just the only thing I remember…

We finally moved into the house we would live in for 4+ years. It was a three bedroom house, on a quite street, in a normal neighborhood. Quite a change from what I was used to. Dad kept the Catalina and later bought an Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser station wagon, that was for toting the kids around. I went to the local elementary school and enjoyed, what I thought of as, a normal life. Dad would go to work in the morning and come home every night. This was the only place I lived as a kid that felt like “Home”. The only place we had a normal life.

What else can I remember…

I started third grade and enjoyed school immensely even though I wasn’t a good student. I was a little shy to start out but got over it. I even had a crush on my 3rd grade teacher, Ms. Phillips. She was quite the looker and very chesty, if yahnowutimean… She spawned quite a few fantasies for all the little boys in her classes. A few years later she got married, we were all heartbroken… All us poor ignorant, dumb ass kids 😉

I even had a “girlfriend” when I was eight or so. Though how much could we really do about it at that age. We did the “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” thing out behind her house and used to hang out together all the time. But that was about all there was to it. I don’t even remember how it ended. I think she moved away…

My first friend, Cliff, lived across the street from me. He soon became my best friend and we were inseparable. Having lived in two different countries and with all sorts of other people around, it never bothered me at all that he was black. It bothered others though, including his older brother, but we just ignored them. His father was a cop and didn’t like me at first, but we got along much better later. Cliff and I would spend all day in his back yard or mine, pooling our collection of Hot Wheels, running them down streets we scratched into the dirt, around cardboard buildings. We were both into comic books and even created our own “super-heroes.” Cliff was a regular sound effects machine, reminding me of the guy on the Police Academy. We’d play with the GI Joe’s, complete with soundtrack.

I got my first real bike. It was one orange with a 20″ tire on the back and a 16″ on the front. It also had a sparkly “banana” seat, a sissy bar and a set of “ape-hanger” handlebars with streamers hanging off the ends of them. It was a three-speed and it had a shift-stick on the center bar between my legs. That bike was the “tits” back in the early ’70s. My friends and I would go everywhere on bikes and spend hours cruising the whole city or jumping off ramps or playing chicken. At one time we had a regular “cycle gang” of a dozen or so kids and we would race like mad all over on our little bikes.

I’m sure I did most of the stuff kids usually did, but much of it was new to me. I guess I adjusted well, made lots of friends and thought for the rest of my life I had it made. I was wrong, of course.

Next: More about VA, the promised “Revenge of the Goat” and leaving VA…