No Longer a Little Girl

Can you imagine what it was like for my mom and me to be locked out of our home. It was a terrible time after my granny fell and broke her hip. The time from the sixth grade to when Granny Holland fell was a span of four years. So I must regress and go back to those years.

It was off to Junior High and seventh and eighth grade in approximately 1977-78. Junior High was a real time of growing up for me. I had my first real boyfriend, Stevie Waites. I lost my virginity to him. Stevie was several years older and the cutest guy I ever saw. Twelve or thirteen years old and losing my virginity. Wow, to think about it now. I was so young in age but had seen so much emotionally in those twelve years.

I cannot imagine having a daughter this age and her having sexual relations at such a young age. How did my mom not see this. Did she and just overlooked it. I definitely am going to have to do some soul searching and try to remember more about this time in my life. Junior High did have lots of other memories as well.

Like Mrs. Wooten, my math teacher in seventh grade. She was a character. She was a tall black lady with a distinct way of controlling and punishing us. She would grab your cheek and twist it. Ouch, you talk about hurting. It did. She definitely would get your attention. Today, this type of behavior by a teacher would not be allowed.

Mrs. Wooten was likable even though she punished this way. She was funny and actually friendly despite her unusual way. I remember her saying Ms. Wendy why can't you be quiet like your brother Jimmy was? One day she had all she could take of my too much talking and took me out of the class by my cheek and gave me a paddling. This was my first ever spanking at school. She didn't even give me time to remove my Jack's from my back pocket. I don't believe I got another spanking in school after this. I guess Mrs. Wooten's way was pretty effective.