For Married men: Do u still remember your first love?
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was summertime in Northern Michigan
Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn't have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair
And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Catching Walleye from the dock
Watching the waves roll off the rocks
She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul
We'd blister in the sun
We couldn't wait for night to come
To hit that sand and play some rock and roll
While we were trying different things
And we were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change
Or how we thought those days would never end
Sometimes I'll hear that song and I'll start to sing along
And think man I'd love to see that girl again
I lost that as I was not having guts to face my Parents.
I do remember sitting on her front porch in the mid-summer heat of the night, talking about what we were going to do tomorrow- got to the pool, go hang out with her friends or my friends, maybe just sit and play nintendo at her house. Other times we would talk about having kids in a few years( I wanted them sooner than later, but she thought 12 and 15 was probably too young for that kind of a commitment.) Sometimes we'd sit there until 10 or 11 o'clock at night(later many evenings) holding eachother and wishing the world would leave us alone to love eachother the way we wanted to. Sometimes her mom would wake up about that time and let their little dog out to go potty. (I hated that little ankle biter. It broke my heart when I found out he had died a few years later) On the most unfortunate evenings one of her older siblings would come in while we were sitting there(They were all 21+ yrs of age and mocked our "puppy love" incessantly) Yeah. Those were the best days of my life. Enchanted dreams of the years that lie ahead without the pain of the reality of lost loves to invoke reservation. Ofcourse I would have to go home some time every night, usually I left on my 30 hr bike ride sometime before 2 am. I hated to go home. While those days accounted for the best of my life, my return home would also define them as the worst of my life. After over a decade in the real world those people seem to have been right- you gotta take the good with the bad. But when I recall those days, my mind always seems to focus on the front porch of 1500 S Beacon st., Somewhere, USA.
been married to her for the last 33yrs
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