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whitr.livejournal.comi was around 14 (back when dinosaurs roamed and Reagan was still president)... i was buying many of my own clothes (yay for thrift stores) but these i had to buy new. i remember walking in to the "boys" section of the local department store with all of my money wadded up in my pocket... i'd been wearing 'boy' clothes for a while but this was all together different. palms as sweaty as when i first held hand's with a girl... i walked to the underwear section and blindly grabbed a package of white boxer shorts that looked like they might fit, careened toward the checkout stand and waited for... what?? the hand of god to strike me down? the clerk to tell me i couldn't buy them? i don't know. i handed her my damp and wrinkled bills and counted out the last of my change with shaking hands. she bagged up my prize and i dare say hardly even glanced my way again. i walked slowly out of the store, still expecting someone to demand the boxers' immediate return. no one stopped me and as i peddled home on my bike i was grinning the whole time.
sliding on those cheap cotton shorts was one of the best feelings in my young life... i now prefer boxer-briefs but hey... it was momentous
anyone else have those kinds of memories??
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