Loose in the park after midnight, misunderstanding sex. Light my fire.
Driving cars while under the influence of lust.
Determining with certainty that white children and black children were treated differently, taught differently, schooled differently, ate differently, loved differently, died differently.
MLK and RFK shot. dead.
Boys I knew… supplied with guns and bewilderment, sent to a land we’d never heard of; came back in pieces, if at all.
There were undoubtedly sock hops and VWs and miniskirts and forced church attendance. There were grade-point-averages, college entrance exams and for some, there was birth control.
And then I was 18.
AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: This ancient photo was taken in the journalism classroom when I was 17, an aspiring writer, journalist, photojournalist, artist, and poet. I’ve managed to fulfill some of those dreams, in spite of getting pregnant, raising three kids, often on my own, battling nightmares, and putting dreams on hold. (Enumclaw High School, 1966 — Enumclaw, Washington).
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Margo Jodyne Dills is an active member of PNWA and Hugo House in Seattle, former staff writer for Banderas News, Puerto Vallarta; writes as a guest blogger under the names of Jake Diego and Adam Garcia in Panama, Colombia, and Mexico; works as an editor, web script and travel writer on both sides of the border. She keeps busy writing poetry and excited for her soon-to-be-published novel THE BOYS. Seattle, Washington, is her permanent home but she keeps her condo in Mexico and runs there to hide when the weather gets too unbearable up north. Her friends call her Jodi. Visit her at mjdills.blogspot.com.