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Remembering June



 

~~~~~~for  Sue


In June,  I’m teenagery and brand new.

A little wild.

Sexual.

I want to immerse myself in salt water.

I want to walk in sand.

I want to stay up all night reading Oliver, Plath, Jong, let the words flow over me as if it’s the first time.

I want to cruise in Sue’s Camero like we did in high school.

Crank up Prince.

He was Prince then, not the Artist Formally Known As Prince.

Sue and I cruised downtown as soon as green simmered, Lake Superior thawed into diamonds, & boys exposed colorful tattoos.

Us with our sooty Madonna eyes and big fat Aqua Net sprayed hair.

Us with our Marlboro cigarettes dangling from our red lips like Marlene Dietrich.

We’d apply our makeup at Sue’s house on Hutchinson. We’d stand at one mirror lining, smoothing, glossing, smudging, bumping into one another.

In those days, less was not more and more was never enough.

“Give me that liner,” Sue said. And she lit a match under the pencil until drops of beads fell like black oil. “Madonna would be proud,” she giggled.

Sue was the pretty one.

Sculpted like a slender slice of white chocolate.

I hated the bitch until I realized she had no idea how striking she was.

I often wondered; wouldn’t one know if one resembled a super model?

I recall one of our downtown excursions.

We stopped at red light on Superior Street and 2nd Avenue.

The car next to us, a lemon, revved up like a cat in heat.

Two dorky dudes in the lemon blew us kisses, lifted bushy eyebrows, made vulgar hand motions.

“Hey, baby. Wanna get down? Wanna do it? Wanna touch my thing, baby?

We laughed until our sides burned.

I mean, did they actually think they had a chance in hell…With Us?

At Denfeld High, they didn’t exist, would never be acknowledged.

At Denfeld High, we were, well, much more.

Sue revved up her Camero, which was the same color as her toe nails, blush rose.

She stepped on it.

::::VROOM:::::

We roared off with a hiss, a kiss my ass, a jet stream of cigarette smoke and Halston perfume smoldering behind us.

We roared off with Prince making love to us from a cracked cassette deck.

Three summers we were together cruising blacktop—-our skin and hairspray sticking to plastic car seats like something beautiful, rare.

We were young.

We were immortal.

I think about Sue every June, and I wonder if she thinks about me.

Does she think about me when the scent of green rises to the surface like a hunger, like a thirst, like a thousand unfinished poems…

…longing to be remembered?

 

—Dear,  Readers,  do you have any special memories from high school?  Do you ever feel summery in the midst of winter?


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  • Reply
    Che-Che
    January 10, 2014 at 2:56 pm

    Love, love, love it !!! Made me smile, made me laugh, made me remember. Thanks Kim

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    injaynesworld
    January 10, 2014 at 2:57 pm

    I love how alive and in-the-present this piece feels. I have many such memories with my best friend from high school, Marilyn. Was there every anything better than cruising? 🙂
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    elizabeth
    January 10, 2014 at 3:11 pm

    Kim- Just stunning. My favorite high school memory besides tormenting the nuns was kissing my sweet boyfriend. we have been in touch over the decades and I wonder if he still kisses as fine as I remember.I bet he does. xoxo
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    Beverly Diehl
    January 10, 2014 at 3:33 pm

    I have few good high school memories… when I wasn’t in a religious cult, I was doing my best to be invisible. But later, as a young woman… oh, yes!! I knew how to WORK it.

    I did have a good friend, early on, who was curvy and sexy, when I was still flat as a board. I do think about her from time to time, but when last I saw her, her arms were filled with bad home-done tattooes, and she looked about twenty years older than she was.

    Sometimes it’s better not knowing.
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    Barbara
    January 10, 2014 at 3:34 pm

    THIS is the BOMB!
    that is all
    xob
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    lisa
    January 10, 2014 at 4:25 pm

    Oh does this ever bring back wonderful memories!
    Thank you, Kim!!!
    Wishing you a wonderful weekend. xo.

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    Sandra
    January 10, 2014 at 5:01 pm

    The heating of the pencil took me way back! My makeup and hair color was so overdone it was pathetic.

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    Jann
    January 10, 2014 at 5:04 pm

    Fantastico!!!! I felt those plastic car seats pulling at my skin, Kim, and the wind in my hair. You, like my sister, were a Wild Thing! I, on the other hand, was a Tame Teen. My rebellious years came much later, and I’m not done yet. xxxx
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      My Inner Chick
      January 14, 2014 at 5:48 am

      Sweet, Jann,

      “WILD” is in the eye of the beholder!!

      You. Are. Wildly. Beautiful! Xx
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    Tia
    January 10, 2014 at 5:11 pm

    Love You!!!

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    lisa thomson
    January 10, 2014 at 5:41 pm

    Such a beautiful poem and story, Kim! Yes, baseball for me is the defining springtime sport and brings back great adolescent memories. Passing an empty ball diamond in Mid-January in the pouring rain makes me feel forlorn.

    Your poem captures the essence of teenage longing that seems universal in June. Lovely. The red lips, hairspray, and Camero…I felt like I was tagging along in the back seat 🙂
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      My Inner Chick
      January 15, 2014 at 5:48 am

      Lisa,
      you wouldn’t have been in the back seat…

      you would’ve been in the front seat w/ US!! Xx
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    ed p
    January 10, 2014 at 5:44 pm

    a laugh like that is special. I love it.
    🙂
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    Linda Medrano
    January 10, 2014 at 6:05 pm

    Kim, this was so perfect it took me right back there too!

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    Debi
    January 10, 2014 at 6:21 pm

    I want to cruise in Sue’s Camero like we did in high school.

    Crank up Prince.

    Seems we had the exact same high school experience! Seriously. Wow. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. xo
    “He was Prince then, not the Artist Formally Known As Prince.

    Sue and I cruised downtown as soon as green simmered, Lake Superior thawed into diamonds, & boys exposed colorful tattoos.

    Us with our sooty Madonna eyes and big fat Aqua Net sprayed hair.

    Us with our Marlboro cigarettes dangling from our red lips like Marlene Dietrich.

    We’d apply our makeup at Sue’s house on Hutchinson. We’d stand at one mirror lining, smoothing, glossing, smudging, bumping into one another.

    In those days, less was not more and more was never enough.

    “Give me that liner,” Sue said. And she lit a match under the pencil until drops of beads fell like black oil. “Madonna would be proud,” she giggled. . . ”
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    Pam Hogeweide
    January 10, 2014 at 6:32 pm

    Beautiful writing. You are such a poet!

    I don’t like remembering high school. Worse years of my life.

    But.

    Reading this reminded me of my friend Denie and her chocolate brown mustang and the cruising we did. Not nearly as sexy as you and Sue — we smoked Marlboros too while listening to AC/DC and Black Sabbath, and the place we cruised you were meant to park and get high and listen to rock and roll and howl at the moon with a hundred other stoned kids. Those were the highlights of high school — YES, pun intended!!!

    I miss Denie.

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    Jennifer Wolfe
    January 10, 2014 at 6:50 pm

    Love this. Loved the eye liner and Aqua net myself. I used a bit of Elmer’s Glue too.

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    Susan boswell
    January 10, 2014 at 7:17 pm

    Kim
    Found myself with a big smile reading this! I was my own version of sandy from grease- never really morphed into the sexier version! Lol
    But I shared your hair and aquanet and prince!
    Ah…memories of summer on winter? There was the year – a very good year, actually- when I was in the Caribbean on a job while I big ice storm hit here. There were steel drum Christmas carols- lol!
    And there is nothing better than a snowy winter evening with your body in a hot tub and your face getting dusted with snowflakes!!
    I’m glad for you Kim! I’m glad you have happy memories.
    You deserve it, love!
    Xoxoxo s

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    Elephant's Child
    January 11, 2014 at 12:16 am

    I loathed and detested High School and couldn’t wait to leave. University was where I found myself. And yes, sometimes I slip into the tardis and travel back.
    Hugs and love.

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    Angie@Angie's Recipes
    January 11, 2014 at 2:28 am

    Unfortunately I didn’t have no fond memories of high school…all I could remember was learning without end…and I got bloody ill every humid summer at that city where you usually have at least 6 month-summer…..but I am so happy that you have happy memories.
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      My Inner Chick
      January 16, 2014 at 5:53 am

      Angie,
      so sorry your experience was not fond..

      but I am glad you are HAPPY now! xx
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    countingducks
    January 11, 2014 at 3:47 am

    That was so good. I almost felt as if I was there, and I wouldn’t have been one of those guys in the other car, but I might have been some guy at a café watching you both walk by, full of youth, exuberance and living and raised my cup to you. Life is to be celebrated and you can do that to the max
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    solidgoldcreativity
    January 11, 2014 at 6:01 am

    Fantastic!! I used to hold the eye pencil on the heater (winter) or lamp (summer)!!! Haha . Sooty Madonna eyes … love it xxx
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    Hilary
    January 11, 2014 at 6:49 am

    I hated high school and really don’t have any good memories…. But I always think and long for summer in the winter…
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    debbie
    January 11, 2014 at 6:59 am

    Oh does this bring back memories! I remember at one point being so insecure in 9th grade. My cousin and I were going to my high school dance and we just sat in front of a mirror crying about how ugly we were and how no one would ask us to dance. OMG….I look back at pictures now and wonder what the HELL I was thinking!!!! We were both adorable but didn’t see it at that time!!!!!!

    Great writing Kim….so great…….

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    Ellen M. Gregg
    January 11, 2014 at 7:52 am

    I love your high school memories! 🙂

    I have few memories of high school. I loved the school part; loved most classes, and the extra-curricular activities around chorus. I didn’t love the rest; the cliques and clans and jocks and jabs; the meanness.

    It was outside of school that I thrived, in my own way, and so June was to be celebrated for the closing of school for the summer, and the opening of countless hours to read countless books, write countless words, draw countless pictures, and listen to countless albums and cassettes, and Kasey Kasem on the radio on Saturday mornings with my sister (preferably on the front lawn, in our bathing suits, on chaise lawn chairs made slippery with Coppertone, or baby oil, or both).

    Love and the warmth of June memories to you, dearie. 🙂 xoxo

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    Kimberly
    January 11, 2014 at 7:57 am

    Everything sticking to the plastic…bwhwwahaha…how true.
    high school was awesome for me. I found myself with like minded people who let me be who I was without forcing me to be who I wasn’t.
    There are so many memories I have and wish that the ones that I shared them with were still in contact. But we all (most of us) grew a part and only keep in contact when the other is in town etc.
    Good times.

    xoxo
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      my Inner chick
      January 16, 2014 at 10:42 am

      I have a few friends from school.

      I call those girls my “Root Friends!”

      I shall have them forever.

      xxxx LUV !
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    Sue Williamson
    January 11, 2014 at 8:49 am

    I can see you doing this – even now – on a good day!
    The best thing about those wild, crazy, and totally uninhibited fun years…

    I survived and lived to smile about it now.
    Love you!

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:01 am

      Love you, too, Sue.

      Love when you visit me here 🙂 Xxx

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    Chris Carter
    January 11, 2014 at 9:17 am

    Oh gosh- you brought me back to “those days”… YES YES YES!!!! Prince…driving around with the aqua net hair and the smokes and the innocently intended freedom of summer and sun and all the dreams of a teenage girl.

    I was there too… but with Sherri. She was my “Sue”. And the car wasn’t a Camero- but some old clunker that Sherri was lucky enough to own.

    Miles of endless road and endless dreams yet to flourish… and although I lived a life of despair in those torn years, I felt the carelessness and the breath of youth and light while I embraced the escape in those moments.

    Thank you for reminding me of the good parts.
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:02 am

      Chris,
      So glad you had a Sue! LOVE! Xxx

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    Mike
    January 11, 2014 at 10:05 am

    Our dearest love, you knocked this one out of the frickin’ park for yet another home run sweetheart! I was so riveted by each line. What revealing line would be next? Would it unveil more from the previous or take me onto the next thought-provoking rumination? You mentioned how striking Sue was. When I first met you please know that you had me at “Hello…”. It wasn’t until I got to know you that the beauty of your heart and soul would always take my breath away. I mean that Kim Robinson. xoxo’s from me and Phoenix 🙂
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:02 am

      Dear Mike & Phoenix,

      you both ROCKKKKKkkk! Xxx

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    Beth Teliho
    January 11, 2014 at 10:19 am

    This brought back memories for me! Such evocative writing, you are so talented, my friends. The melting of eye liner and Madonna big hair…..LOL. And the endless driving around with Edie Brickell or De La Soul….ah yes. memories.
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:03 am

      Beth,
      wish you could have been w/ us, dear! Xxxx

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    Beth Teliho
    January 11, 2014 at 10:20 am

    Friend. Singular. UGH.
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    Alison at Diamond-Cut Life
    January 11, 2014 at 11:04 am

    Mmmm. I’m purring with memories of sensuality and lust. One thing that takes me back to the summer of ’78 is the song “Baker Street”. I was 17, and had it — BAD — for the 19 year old cook at the IHOP where I was waitressing. He was the coolest guy, kind and smart and funny, with feathery, dark-blonde hair.

    We played tennis one hot afternoon, and then spent five hours making out in his bedroom (what a coincidence that his parents were nowhere around! :). I went away to college, and we didn’t stay in touch.

    Fast forward to spring of 2011. I received a condolence note from him after my mother died. We both retained vivid memories of that necking session, and were (are) both now happily married. His feathery hair — any head hair — is no more, but he is even kinder, smarter and funnier than I remembered. We’ve corresponded for 2 1/2 years now.

    I never would have thought a teenage summer could have created a legacy like this. Thanks for taking me back, Kim.
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:04 am

      Alison,
      I loved reading about these past memories. I love that you have reconnected. Thank you for sharing!! Xxx

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    nan @ lbddiaries
    January 11, 2014 at 11:18 am

    I didn’t move to my high school until sophomore year, my bff our senior year. I was an Army brat and most people in high school had grown up together. My parents were strict so no driving the car and cruising? What was that? Our cruising was done on two legs and faux ignoring the boys who drove by honking and whistling! Your experience was totally different than mine! You captured it like a photograph.
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:04 am

      Nan,
      Love you, dear. Xx

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    Kathy
    January 11, 2014 at 12:24 pm

    LOVE the poem, Kim.

    Wish I had had move carefree, high school years. Sadly, I didn’t. But, damn, if I’m not making up for it now! Reminds me of the beginning of Margaret Atwood’s novel “Cat’s Eye,” in which she asks why we remember the past and not the future. Guess I’m living my past now–living backwards, so to speak.

    Hope you have a great weekend.

    Hugs from Ecuador,
    Kathy
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:05 am

      Kathy,
      you. are. LIVING. Your. Life. NOWWWW!! XXX LOVE.

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    Monica
    January 11, 2014 at 2:13 pm

    Well, Kim, you already know my high school stories. Loved yours. Favorite line:

    “Sue and I cruised downtown as soon as green simmered, Lake Superior thawed into diamonds, & boys exposed colorful tattoos.

    Us with our sooty Madonna eyes and big fat Aqua Net sprayed hair.”

    So vivid. Stirred up great memories of using Aqua Net, too. Does that still exist?
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:05 am

      Monica,
      Yes, Aqua Net still exists. I believe it is QUITE bad for the environment! Xxx

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    Mary Stephenson
    January 11, 2014 at 2:58 pm

    Hi Kim

    Nothing that exciting of youth for me. But I did have a friend named Carol who I spent time with hanging at her house. We parted ways after the summer we graduated. Got in touch with her a couple of years ago because someone else was looking for her. She is now a professor. I drop her an email once in awhile and she was thrilled to hear from me. But our lives are so different now and I doubt we would have much in common.

    Enjoyed your account of fond memories of your youth.

    Mary
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:06 am

      Mary,
      Isn’t it fun reconnecting w/ old friends? Even if we have changed. xxx

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    Liz
    January 11, 2014 at 6:33 pm

    I felt like I was there! You transported me back to those crazy days of high school…fun times (but I’m glad they’re long gone).
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:06 am

      Liz,
      did you have BIG hair, too?!! Xxx

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    Vidya Sury
    January 11, 2014 at 8:28 pm

    🙂 Gosh I loved this, Kim – you had me hurtling right down memory lane. So energizing to read this! I love, love love to see Prince mentioned. I remember how we used to listen to songs like Get Off and Pope and Sexy MF only when we were alone at home or on headphones because of the lyrics!

    I am blessed with friends who were also school mates, Kim! They’re still my best friends and I love it. So many memories to laugh over.

    Hugs! Love you more than the bright red lipstick days!
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:07 am

      Vidya,
      Did you know Prince lives in my State?

      I know you LOVE him, too. Xxx LUV U.

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    Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella
    January 11, 2014 at 9:55 pm

    LOVED this post Kim! You totally captured the essence of youth. The wild world of being young and the joy of it. xxx

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:08 am

      Dear Lorraine,
      you’re much too young to remember the 80s! DAMN you! Xxxx

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    Alison
    January 11, 2014 at 10:47 pm

    I want to be Sue.
    So I could have hung out with you. 🙂
    xoxo
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:08 am

      Ahhhh, Alison Lee,
      can you imagine how much trouble we would’ve gotten into??!! Xxxx

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    ladyfi
    January 11, 2014 at 11:08 pm

    Beautifully written – so poetic! Love this.
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:09 am

      Love to you & Oscar! Xx

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    Tara
    January 12, 2014 at 7:42 am

    Kim, this is awesome.

    Nostalgia is the worst and the best, isn’t it? To be so carefree without responsibilities again would be amazing. What’s that old saying? “Don’t grow up. It’s a trap.” Yeah, I’d agree with that.

    “In those days, less was not more and more was never enough.”

    I love the 80’s. And I love you!

    Tara
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:09 am

      Tara,
      you must have been a baby in the 80s!!

      Luv you back!! Xx

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    Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar!
    January 12, 2014 at 11:23 am

    Greetings human, Kim,

    Such recollections, my human friend. My human, Gary, has sunshine in his heart, even on the coldest of days.

    High school and such memories. My human told me that in high school he was the weird combination of nerd and track star. Go figure.

    Pawsitive wishes,

    Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar! 🙂
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:10 am

      Nerd & track star?

      PERFECTION!!!!!!!!!! Xxx

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    sue leeman
    January 12, 2014 at 11:38 am

    I just saw a 76 Camaro the other day and my first thought was of you. I will always cherish those days and I still get that “Friday Night” feeling now and then-like I should be getting dressed up to go somewhere.
    Those were wild and wonderful days and the best memories to go back to.

    sue

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 12, 2014 at 12:00 pm

      My Dearest Sue,

      I have ALWAYS loved you.

      Even when you took Lombardi away from me. Haaaa. That was a GOOD thing.

      Remember? He was rotten.

      I think about you every June and long for those days again.

      Xxxx Kim

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    Dana
    January 12, 2014 at 3:52 pm

    I have more fond memories from college than from high school, and I love to reminisce when I have my annual girls’ weekend with my roommates. I do think about my high school boyfriend sometimes, and wonder where he is and how he is doing. I remember him letting me take the steering wheel from the passenger seat while he was driving, while White Snake’s “Hear I Go Again” played on the radio. I loved the eighties…
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:11 am

      Dana,
      I agree. The 80s ROCKED!! Xxx

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    dad
    January 12, 2014 at 6:23 pm

    I didn’t know you did all those things. Anyway I think you are the one who looks likes a super model.
    Love You
    Dad

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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:11 am

      Daddy,
      I LOVE you more than 15 ebony panthers drinking cool water from Lake Victoria.

      XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

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    Mandy - The Complete Book
    January 12, 2014 at 10:54 pm

    Beautiful! I wish you could give me writing lessons so I can also recount so beautifully.
    🙂 Mandy xoxoxo
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:12 am

      Mandy,
      I’ll give you writing lessons if you give me photography lessons!!!

      xXXXXXX

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    Aussa Lorens
    January 12, 2014 at 11:33 pm

    Ah, it sounds like you properly enjoyed the wildness and freedom and seeming invincibility of youth! I don’t have any good memories to share from high school. I saved all my good experiences for later in life and was mostly sad back then.
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      Kim Sisto-Robinson
      January 17, 2014 at 11:13 am

      Aussa,
      so happy you are enjoying those moments NOW! Xxxx

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    Ms. CrankyPants
    January 13, 2014 at 8:17 am

    Oh, the drama and excitement of high school… Ours was very small, so it felt like Melrose Place; everyone hooked up with everyone else at some point. Fun, fun memories, even though there was plenty of crying over silly boys. All to the soundtrack Duran Duran, Madonna, Poison, and, yes, Prince (of course).
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    Debbie
    January 13, 2014 at 9:27 am

    Kim, I hated high school and do my level-headed best NOT to remember it! That said, I’m glad you at least have better memories from that time. Love the way you’ve written this and felt like a fly clinging to the back seat of Sue’s car while y’all were having adventures!
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      My Inner Chick
      January 18, 2014 at 3:27 pm

      Debbie,
      If you were a fly, you would have croaked from the inhalation of Marlboro smoke & weed!! Xxx
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    julie gardner
    January 13, 2014 at 11:37 am

    “In June, I’m teenagery and brand new.”

    Not sure I’ve read a better opening line than that one in a while.

    And with a made-up word like “teenagery,” at that.

    It’s perfect. This, from someone who remembers Prince when he was Prince and Madonna when she was American.

    Ah, the good old days.

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      My Inner Chick
      January 18, 2014 at 3:28 pm

      Julie,
      what I love most is that you knew I made up “Teenagery!!” You rock. xx
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    Deborah Batterman
    January 13, 2014 at 3:44 pm

    Aqua Net — now there’s a blast from the past, though when I look back at high school, it’s as much with a reminder of awkwardness — not quite a woman, no longer a girl — and the pressures that went along with that, as it is with a growing sense that the world beyond it held a lot. But the music my friends and I listened to — you can’t be that bonding and how hearing any song from those years takes you right back.

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    Goodness and Grit
    January 14, 2014 at 3:50 pm

    OMG!
    You had me at teenagery and brand new!
    I was there! Cruzin in my Orange Crush Corvette.
    1985. Marlborough Light lit, bad as Hell, loving life!
    Listening to Prince’s 1999 cassette feeling orgasmic and alive….

    Girl I loved this post!
    Hugs!
    Kimberly

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      My Inner Chick
      January 18, 2014 at 3:31 pm

      Kimberly,
      how I love this comment!
      Orange Crush.
      Bad as hell.
      Orgasmic,
      Superb words! Xxxx
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    Gourmet Getaways
    January 14, 2014 at 4:48 pm

    Gorgeous poem!
    It doesn’t seem so long ago that I was a teenager! …but then I realise my children are in their late teens and it was actually many moons ago! It’s funny, smells quite often remind me of a summer or youth 🙂
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    Leigh
    January 14, 2014 at 9:20 pm

    I love this poem but honestly I try not to think of high school too much. This made me think about what it felt to be a teenager – and truly how immortal you feel. Its the one part of high school I’d like to keep forever.
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      My Inner Chick
      January 18, 2014 at 3:32 pm

      Leigh,
      Immortality.
      It’s so liberating at that age, isn’t it? Why can’t we feel like this forever? Xx
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    Valentine Logar
    January 15, 2014 at 9:06 am

    My high school age was much different from yours, I do not look back fondly. I did read yours with fondness though.

    I don’t think I have ever felt immortal, well maybe before I was a teenager. Maybe then when I faced my skis downhill and raced as fast as I could round moguls.

    Loved this, loved your memories.

    Val

    XXXOOO

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    ed p
    January 18, 2014 at 10:02 am

    this is just as great a read the second time. love the americana memories, as i easily see myself in those of others. thanks for your love and support at my place:)
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      My Inner Chick
      January 18, 2014 at 3:34 pm

      eddie,
      it is a gift to see ourselves in others…. this is the reason your poetry resonates w/ others. Xx
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    Fireblossom
    January 18, 2014 at 3:22 pm

    I was joking around with some younger gals one day and I mentioned Aqua Net. They had no idea at all what I was talking about.
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      My Inner Chick
      January 18, 2014 at 3:38 pm

      Fireblossom,
      perhaps they should Google! They would probably see a photo of some 80s chick with an abundance of cross necklaces & Big fat sticky Hair!

      xx
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    Dawn
    January 19, 2014 at 5:00 am

    Sweet writing. I remember those days, though I was too shy to be the one cruising I watched and wondered. Seems like the green days way up by Lake Superior would be few but I bet like they went on forever when you were growing up.

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      My Inner Chick
      January 19, 2014 at 8:08 am

      Dawn,
      green simmers a few months in Duluth…but we take all we can get.

      Hope you and your puppy are well! xx
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    Corinne Rodrigues
    January 19, 2014 at 9:07 am

    Such lovely memories, Kim. Made me recall my teen years too!

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    Carolyn Hughes
    January 19, 2014 at 3:40 pm

    What a fabulous feel-good post! Reminds me of those first-love days when it was all a big thrill 🙂
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    Charlene Ross
    January 21, 2014 at 1:02 pm

    I love this so much. All of it. Especially this: “In those days, less was not more and more was never enough.”

    Oh how I felt I was there with you and Sue. (I sure wanted to be.)

    Thank you for sharing your wonderful summer memory in the middle of winter Kim. (Though if you want to know the truth you can come to SoCal tomorrow if you want it to feel like June. It’s 80 degrees out right now. I won’t lie and say I want your winter, but something in between would sure be nice!)

    Love you! xoxo
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      my Inner chick
      January 24, 2014 at 10:17 am

      can i move in w/ you, sweets? I’d love to live in California!

      luv u more. xxx
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    Hotly Spiced
    January 21, 2014 at 2:54 pm

    Terrific memories here of summer and a time less complicated. I wonder what Sue’s doing now. It sure sounds like you had a lot of fun together. I certainly remember that era were ‘more’ was never enough xx
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      my Inner chick
      January 24, 2014 at 10:19 am

      ~~~Charlie,
      Sue is married to a biker dude and is still gorgeous.
      We met at our reunion not long ago. xxx
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    Noeleen
    January 26, 2014 at 10:17 pm

    Oh, this is fantastic, Kim. Love it. I’m all there, and with you. Love this piece. So well written. So THERE.
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