When I was 12...

I picked out a grey blouse and skirt with ruffles.Practiced putting my hair in a banana clip.Carefully applied eye shadow.I went to the eighth grade dance.I tried to be like the other girls.My first dance.Rocking slowly robotically at arm’s length.With a boy.To Guns N Roses.November Rain.His name was Mike...dark hair, dark eyes, and gla*ses.Last night I turned on the radio.In my pajamas.In the dark, in our great room.Swayed back and forth on the carpet.Cuddled up tight to a soft, sleepy baby.She smelled like soap with a hint of sunscreen.She hid her face in my neck and giggled as I whispered «I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride.Wanted-wanted.Dead or alive.»21 years later I no longer try to be like the other girls.I do still wear a lot of grey.I wish I could still pull off a banana clip.The only boy I dance with has light hair and blue eyes.
The Ojai Cook Lemonaise Light 12 Oz.