Someone asked a question earlier about childhood vacations. I have mixed feelings about my childhood vacations. At the time I wasn't hugely fond of them. We had a holiday home on the coast and we spent every minute we could there. It took me away from my friends, and I wouldn't see them for months at a time during the summer.
However, it did mean I had a completely different set of friends. That's where I met D, for example.
It took me a while to realise that going to the holiday home wasn't a bad thing. And the conversation that arose from the question with other people on the gaming forum reminded me of a conversation I had with USHW about it.
Specifically, I lost my virginity to a girl who lived in the town where the holiday home was. USHW was asking about the details, so I shared the story. I can't recall if I've ever shared it here before, so a quick overview: she worked in one of the town's newsagents, so we met when my summer friends and I would head into town for sweets.
I was young at this stage, maybe 13 or 14. She was the same age. We'd often see each other when my friends and I went for sweets. But over the next couple of years, the people who were my friends stopped coming to the coast during school holidays. Trips to the shop for sweets were often solo, so if there were no other customers, we chatted for a bit. There might have been the seed of some attraction by this stage.
One day, I arrived for some sweets just as she was going on a break, so she suggested a walk for some fresh air. And that was kinda the start of it, though nothing happened for a while. But I think we both realised there was a spark of mutual attraction.
This became a semi-regular thing as the summer wore one and towards the end of the summer, we swapped phone numbers. A group of us had a party on the beach one evening, a kind of end of season party, that VS (you can guess what the V stands for here) managed to get an invite to (though there wasn't anything to be invited to per se - it was a bonfire on the beach and a BBQ and we had a few sneaky drinks). Regardless, she turned up with a couple of friends.
One of my own friends was there that weekend and he gave me a head's up that I should maybe go for a walk with VS. We made ourselves scarce and, away from the others, ended up snogging. And that was it for that year. The season ended soon after, we saw each other a couple of times, and that was it for the holiday home until the following spring. We did, though, swap the odd phone call.
When the season re-opened, our pattern quickly re-established itself: I'd arrive at the shop as she was taking a break, only this time we'd find somewhere private and snog like teenagers (because we were teenagers), which got more handsy as the season wore on.
A few months in, around the start of the proper school holidays, VS said she'd plans to go to a house party if I wanted to join her. I didn't want to - my social anxiety went through the roof, but I was being asked to a party by a cute girl who let me touch her boobs. I don't think the party went all that well - I was quiet, I felt out of place as a summer blow-in from out of town, but it wasn't an out and out disaster.
We cut our losses maybe a little earlier than VS would have liked, but she suggested a few more drinks. She had a bottle of vodka in her bag, though we had nothing to mix it with. VS suggested we raid her family's shop. She had keys. So we ended up in the upstairs part of the shop, on a sofa with a "stolen" bottle of Coke. It's not too long before we're snogging away again and... well, you know how this story ends.
So, yeah, all the talk about childhood holidays has provoked a bit of reminiscing. Really nice memories, in fact.
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