- HubPages»
- Books, Literature, and Writing»
- Commercial & Creative Writing»
- Creative Writing»
- Humor Writing
IT'S A BIRD, IT'S A PLANE, IT'S ME
INTRODUCTION
Fellow hubbers your have seen my recollections of my young life growing up on Meighan Avenue in Moundsville West Virginia during the 1950's. I told you in, “Moundsville A Town With Special People-Part 1” about my exploits with fighting every school day during lunch breaks. In this hub I want to reveal another side of my young life so long, long ago.
A GIRL WHO’S A FRIEND BUT NOT A GIRLFRIEND
Some of my fondest memories of growing up include Myrna Cochrane, my neighbor across the street. Myrna was a very good friend, and playmate, but never a girlfriend. We had great times together, and Myrna could run like the wind. I was the only boy our age in the neighborhood that could out run Myrna, and it was always a close race. Her little legs could really churn out some speed, and she never quit. We also would play hide and seek with all the other kids in the area, and Myrna was a great hider and seeker.
There was one special activity Myrna and I did every evening after we watched our favorite TV show. My mom had made me a Superman costume out of and old pair of blue jersey pajamas. Mom sewed an S on the chest, and made me a red cape out of scrap cloth from all her sewing. I would don my costume in the evening after watching Superman on TV, because I knew Myrna was waiting for our reenactment of the episode. I would put my suit on over the costume and a pair of empty rims over my eyes. I was Clark Kent and Lois Lane was waiting for me.
As I approached Myrna’s house my heart was in my mouth. Would I remember my lines? Would I forget the crucial plot? I knew Myrna would have it down pat and I didn’t want to disappoint my friend. We headed for her basement for our reenactment and it always went swimmingly. Clark would always shed his suit and glasses at the crucial moment and Superman would save Lois. Then it was up, up, and away back home for bedtime.
CONCLUSION
I just wanted everyone to know I wasn’t a total brute growing up on Meighan Avenue in Moundsville. I had a lot of good clean fun and many great friends including Myrna who was the girl who was a friend but not a girlfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
