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I thought about this all day today. I tried to relate one of my memories from the farm to my loss of innocence, like when Daddy took my first bottle fed calf to the stockyard cause he had gotten too big and rowdy. Or the time I was playing in my neighbors work truck and stumbled across my first Hustler. But really none of that really struck me as my loss of innocence.
I think my loss of innocence came in 5th grade. I was sitting in class, and about an hour before the bell rang to go home, our school guidence counselor came in our class room and gathered up all the girls and took them out of class. Later, after picking on a neighbor girl who was in class with me until she got so damn mad she finally told me what the counselor had taken them for, I found out that it was to have the "talk" about the "changes" that were taking place in their bodies. Well that statement ment about as much as a bucket of hammers to me, so I went home and asked my mom what it all meant, and she told me. Then after explaining it to me in a way that only a mom could, she looked at me and said "your cartoons are on, why dont you go turn them on......" and I just shook my head and said "Not today mom." I went out on the farm and rode with my dad on the farm all day. Yeah, I think thats it.
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