After going to my grandmother's funeral on Thursday I took the opportunity to wander aimlessly around my home town for a few hours. I grew up in a small community in the golden horseshoe of Ontario - in the middle of Ontario wine country. There were dozens of villages that were even smaller than ours and I spent many hours in my teenage years driving around the rural back roads discovering hidden places tucked away from the main routes.
In my wanderings last week, I rediscovered a few such places that I'd completely forgotten about. It's a strange feeling to suddenly have a rush of memories flood back into your mind. Memories of places and times that you hadn't thought about in years and years. Alarming, too, to wonder how many other fragments lay dormant in my back-brain.
It was a great trip back to the mid 90s. I even found a little gravel path that I once drove down with a girl in the passenger seat so that we could fuck each others brains out. I don't remember her name, but I remember the sex was amazing and I very distinctly remember her asking me to fuck her in the ass. First times are always special.
In my wanderings last week, I rediscovered a few such places that I'd completely forgotten about. It's a strange feeling to suddenly have a rush of memories flood back into your mind. Memories of places and times that you hadn't thought about in years and years. Alarming, too, to wonder how many other fragments lay dormant in my back-brain.
It was a great trip back to the mid 90s. I even found a little gravel path that I once drove down with a girl in the passenger seat so that we could fuck each others brains out. I don't remember her name, but I remember the sex was amazing and I very distinctly remember her asking me to fuck her in the ass. First times are always special.