Campground in Wakefield: 1991

When I was a boy, Grandpa Uno and I were playing catch along side his flower garden at the campground he had a site at. I threw the ball so hard that it went right by him and rolled along the gravel and into the women's room of the public latrine building.


Grandpa was never one to turn down opportunity and sent me, a boy of seven, into the unknown place. It was dark, rank, and a 68 year old chain smoker named Gloria Gifford was stepping out of the shower. She taught me things I never wanted to know.


In sixth grade, Mr. Audet, my science teacher, tried to teach us about sex. I was the only one who raised my hand.


Thanks Grandpa Uno.