Two Journeys to
One Wondrous Life.
Most summers when we were young, my mother would send her three youngest—Abbie, me, and Speck—to Uncle John’s farm near Cozad in central Nebraska, where we would work in the fields. This would get us out of the house in Lincoln for the summer and give Uncle John three extra sets of hands to work on the farm.
My favorite part of those summers was skinny-dipping in a clear and cold spring-fed pond with a diving board. There I developed a huge crush on Bill, a neighborhood boy who was several years older. He was a hunk, tanned and muscular. He would have me climb onto his back, my arms locked around him on the diving board and my genitals pressed against his sweaty, warm back. I would usually get an erection, and then I’d have to swim around on my stomach for a bit in the icy water until it subsided.
My time swimming with Bill lasted only a couple of summers, and I was always sad when it was time to go home. In later years, as Bill grew into a handsome young man, we remained friends, but I was jealous of the high school beauties who flocked around him.