Sagitta Cantina

It's not my heart I'm worried about.... memories of middle school.

Middle school. Classmate or teacher? I'm guessing teacher.

I met Randy the first day of sixth grade. Now look where we are.

My first day of sixth grade was, well shall we say interesting....

During the summer between fifth and sixth grade, the family on vacation to Cedar Point amusement park for a week. Well this year was a little different than in the past. This year my mother brought along the son and daughter of my older sister's figure skating coach. My older sister and the coaches son had a thing going. Well when it comes time to go to sleep, their were two double beds and (younger sister was with us also) and the girls all had the beds. We two boys were to sleep on bedrolls on the floor. Well, imagine my surprise when the coach's daughter (who was about a year older) wanted to sleep on her brothers bedroll next to me.

TBC