They had something going back then. Then western society lost it.
There was a time when I was 15, she was 14 and it was the endless summer they make movies about, it was the real deal. Gone, never to be recaptured. No regrets, though I tried to reprise it in the mid 80s with WN2 and it just wasn’t the same. Actually, I’d got her slightly preggers, so we were doing the angst thingy along the shore, wading in the shallows, with her unable to do up her belt and very angry that she’d listened to me. No regrets, could happen to anyone.
Share what you can, be bold.