I had successfully placed that event in the recesses of my mind out of reach of my memories. It just came flooding back when I read your piece. Thanks for the love you extend to everyone especially to us women who need it so much.

I love you and what you do.

Sus

I dream of things that used to be wen I was not so old;
Why is it that when you grow up life seems to be so cold?

Just listen to the birds as they sing their songs,
Come with me awhile, I promise we won’t be long.
What’s that you say, too busy, other things to do?
Well that’s okay, go ahead, I guess that I have too.

I just wanted to get to know you while we had the time;
To be more open to your feelings and to share a few of mine.

So go ahead, go your way, do what you want to do.
Go your way, live your life, I just wanted to talk to you.
It seems we’re always going, but our own separate ways,
Are we just going withh no destination to get us through the days?

Just look around at the beauty of everything that lives,
And feel the warmth inside your soul that nature always gives:
And when you’re down and lonely and need a little smile,
Just come to me and maybe then we’ll walk that little mile.

She required that I make sure everyone was carded so they fit in the age group I was in during my partying permissions at the family estate. That included having people there that were consider too old or mature to be there.

Generally I could not invite or allow anyone in who was more than 2 years older than I was. That applied until my 21st birthday. I think it was a good lesson and I will employ it when I become a father.

My mother also insisted that I protect the girls from unscrupulous males at my party. She said that if there was a complaint she would rescind my party privileges. I passed this on the those I did invite and they pretty much protected their good times at my home by making sure no one raped or molested any of the women that came.

We weren’t saints, far from it. But the sex was consensual and we didn’t kiss and tell.