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Sunday May 16, 2004

May 16, 2004
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8, the age of wonder.

I remember as a child my mother took me shopping for new church clothing one Saturday afternoon. We always went to the mall. She took me to JCPenney's to buy my clothes.

She was always paranoid about me hitting a growth spurt at any time. So she would escort me into the boy's dressing room to have me try the clothes on; throwing me into a random stall out of the 10. This time she threw me into the far end next to the wall.

I told her to wait outside so I could change like a "big kid".

There was another mother and boy that entered the dressing room. Both my mother and the other sat and talked on the bench to pass the time.

I was changing pants on the floor with nothing but my underwear on. I then looked underneath the next stall to peer down to the other end. To my suprise there was another set of eyes staring back. It was clear to me that this was the other boy staring back at me as I sat on the floor to change pants. It was an odd occurrence at the time. Being a child that had learned nothing of sex or sexuality at the time, just to find out that there were little boys staring under stalls to catch a glimpse at other little boys. I was ashamed by the fact that someone was getting a look at my half naked image, while possibly masturbating. So I jumped up off of the floor to pull my pants up.

My mother knocked on the stall telling me to come out so she make the final judgement call on my wardrobe. As I stepped out of the door the other mother was knocking on the other stall for her son to do the same. My mother picked me over for needles and stray thread as I stood there gape-eyed watching the mother pull her son out.

We both stood there smiling at each other as if we had done something naughty, although we didn't do anything. We never once mentioned it to our mothers while standing in their presence. I figured he was dressing for church too.

I always hated church as a child, and always loathed dressing for the event. Not today. I felt that I wasn't doing anything Christian this time. So I enjoyed the moment.
james:
ay! chainsaw! i am planning a crimethinc tour right now, you should check out one of our dates, although the closest to you may be NY, but reguardless be on the lookout for us all over this summer!
May 16, 2004

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