I was 10 years old. My dad had just built some stairs outside that led up to the second story. At the base of these stairs was a smooth block of concrete that I claimed and called the Mr. Bill Skating Rink, but that's a different story. These stairs were supported by big metal poles that I was fascinated with. I would sit in my pecan tree and imagine what it would be like to slide down one, would I get hurt? I never found out. I had decided that these new stairs, the space underneath and the landing on top, would make the perfect location for a club. My mom was saving this little book all these years. When I first read this, I was shocked. Was I really that much of a little nerd? My mom says it's more like I was a little nazi, enforcing good behavior. She said in reality, my older sister Dara was the boss, so I was always looking for ways to feel in control. Thus, The Bo Weevil Club.
(in front cover I wrote:) Blood Type: O Negative Allergic To: school, boys, doctors
December 1979 10 Mon
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September 12, 2016 Subject:
A True Bo Weevil
Amy here. I remember writing this. I sat in the upstairs doorway, looking out on the landing of the stairs (the stairs that were supported by the poles I fantasized about sliding down.) Those were wonderfully fun times.
If I had a club these days, it would be a Bible Study group. I wonder if anybody would come?
I miss my colorful, imaginative childhood days, before things got weird intense. I had the best childhood ever.