Debra remembers her first 'racy' book.
I read it in junior high. I think it was seventh grade. Which, in retrospect, was more than likely way too young to be reading a book like this. But I was instantly entranced, not to mention a bit scandalized. I'd read July Blume before. But nothing like this. Things like Freckle Juice and Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret and Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing.
Forever was a whole new ball game. It had romance and love and sex...and a penis named Ralph. Which, as a barely in my teens girl, was pretty darn shocking.
Even now, more than thirty years later, I still remember reading this book for the first time. Passages and phrases have stayed with me. (And not just the 'naughty' parts.)
As I sat down to write this post, I pulled out my copy of the book and paged through it. In some ways it was like an old friend. One that I haven't thought about in a long time, but still brings to mind fond memories. Familiar.
I guess first times are like that, right? They are things we never forget. We'll remember them...forever.
Until next time,