I got my ham radio license when I was eleven, built a helium-neon laser from scratch when I was 12, built a binary-to-decimal converter from old pinball machine parts when I was 13, and I lost my virginity at 14 --- haven't been worth a hoot since!!!
The guy whom I dated was and still is very short. I had gone to his house and we discussed stuff and then we kissed each other at the same time, nawt planning it. We still know each other now, but it's just been 4 school years since. ~MCM
A boyfriend is someone who cares for you, makes you feel good and happy... I haven't yet had one like that, even though I once had one!
I was 19 years old at the time.
I was 10 years old. And it was at summer camp. I hate him now because he liked 2 of my best friends and told me I was just an option.
I never really had a bf.
I was in year one bout 6 years old I didn't really do reception class because I flat out refused and just ran around screaming. This was when I still attended mainstream schools. Furthermore I had just started, and my time spent in year 1 consisted of barely any education just simplistic things like sums and division and creative writing. The rest of the day was just mainly comprised of "play time" During these rather banal events I was quite the loner everyone already was allready acquainted with each other from reception - I was new and didn't have time time for such frivolous things like loitering in the yard with the other children as it seemed so bereft of any structure. Especially when compared to home oh how I yearned for the comforting glow of the television and the comforting toys I had to line up and count.
So eventually one other girl called Sarah was starting to talk to me after being encouraged by the teachers as I refused to conform with the others. For some inexplicable reason I got on well with Sarah, who really knows why. I doubt it was our conversations as let's just say a 6 year old Bradley was not a very articulate or coherent Bradley. Eventually I was stuck in somewhat routine with her. Do my work then just go in the corner of the room with her and go in the near abandoned play house area as the other kids much preferred the outside yard. After awhile she referred to me as her husband and told me to say she's my wife. Looking back one should only laugh at such an outlandish statement but gosh darn it how should I have known I was 6 and out of my comfort zone I actually did start to refer to her as such. Who really was the crazy one in this ?
Eventually things started to get a little tumultuous with Sarah. She started by breaking the toy washing machine off its hinges. All I remember that day is being screamed at by the teacher ,Ms Hollingsworth. She screamed at Sarah especially loud. I couldn't take it being noise sensitive, it felt like torture. Reprimand was in the form of us no longer being allowed to stay indoors during this now accursed playtime, breaking my now slightly comfortable routine .
Now what happened next was one of the most baffling courses of life I ever experienced. Sarah started to play with me in a rather rough manner, head butting me and then proceeding to jump on me. I was being physically dominated! I didn't know how to express specific distress to authoritarians in retrospect , but alas many a day went by in where I was ridden like some animal,jumped on like a mat, and pushed like a punching bag and then she started to bite my mouth causing marks this actually was getting noticed by teachers and thankfully they started to let me stay in on my own away from her. But in a weird conclusion Sarah just stopped showing up for school by the end of year 1 my interest peaked and I enquired to the teachers as to what happened to Sarah there retort was on the lines along that she just moved away - the same old cliched spiel. But sometimes I still saw her grandpa and on rare occasions Sarah, both of who lived in the same town as my mom Droylsden.
As I got older and started to speak to other kids in my year I asked them if they remembered Sarah they said yes and even lamented on the times she would pin me down. Apperently according to them she was moved to a different place for people with mental concerns and that they saw her frequent a troubled kids unit facility located in Manchester, where they would have appointments with psychiatrists. Though I took this with a grain of salt it was rather odd how I did sometimes see her and her grandad and at one time she just waved at me and said "Hi Bradley " In retrospect this was a very fruitless endeavour that I will not look back upon fondly.
When I was in my senior high, but that was just nothing. I started having a real bf when I finished college at the age of 21..
We went from walking for 45 minutes to and from each others houses in 7th grade to getting cars and going on 2 day road trips over the weekend. Good times...
But I didn't really like the guy...