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  1. revives a memory that has haunted me for more than forty years.  

    When I was in the fifth grade, I stayed overnight with a friend on May Day.  One of the young ladies in our school (who was in the sixth grade), lived next door to my friend.  Living on a farm, I’d never celebrated May Day before, but he suggested that we leave a May basket on her front step, knock on the front door and leave.

    In addition to being very attractive, she could outrun almost any boy in the school.

    The big moment arrived and when we departed, she burst out the front door and started chasing me!  Shocked, I start running, in retrospect, perhaps faster than I ever had before or since, and managed to outrun her.  

    Afterwards, I began to wonder what would have happened had she caught me.  Maybe I should have let her catch me.  Whatever she had in mind may not have been all that bad.

    Well, one of life’s mysteries that will never be solved.


    • TMC on May 1, 2010 at 7:32 pm

    ‘Tis Beltane

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