Turning Thirteen Stories of Summer Camp
Turning Thirteen at Summer Camp
The year was 1956. It was dusk as Marsha followed the other two teens down the grassy hill to the badminton court. Marsha was just turning thirteen and wondered how she had been chosen at the staff meeting to join the two older counselors to plan evening program. She sat in the prickly grass wishing her short shorts were longer and looked at Marty and Zelda. These two counselors had rarely even noticed her before today. She was surprised they knew her name. Zelda was 14 and Marty at least 15. They were leaders in the "In Group" at camp. Marsha, a clumsy junior, was definitely "Out".
Yet somehow all three of them were down here in the badminton court,sprawled on the dry grass quietly watching the light fade on Lake Kalamalka. Soon it would be dark, time for evening program.Tonight they would be reenacting the Warsaw Uprising from World War ll.
"Stop doing that Marty," said Zelda, stretching her long smoothly shaved legs.
"Why? Does it make you hot?" asked Marty.
He was leaning over, pursing his fleshy lips and blowing into Zelda's ear. She tossed back her long dark hair.
"It tickles. Stop it I said." Zelda was giggling and shaking her head, Her shiny hair was brushing Marty's face. Zelda put on more bright red lipstick and smacked her lips.She wore a spotless white Camp Hatikvah T Shirt and her bra strap was showing.
Marsha had a new brasier but not much in it and she had lost her lipstick."Aren't we supposed to be planning the "Warsaw Ghetto Uprising?" she asked.
" Don't always be so serious Marsha. Benny will take care of the explosions and the smoke. We can just gather all the little kids to follow us for the escape through the sewers part. We'll crawl through the dry drainage ditch behind the dining hall."
"Is that all?" asked Marsha.
"Marty I told you to stop...." said Zelda.
"But...but Zelda wont we shoot at the Nazis?" said Marsha.
"We can skip that part." said Zelda.
Zelda was really not all that interested in planning evening program And while she kept telling Marty to stop, she was giggling. She didn't even try to push him away when he pretended to put his big hairy arm around her waist.
"I know six ways to make a girl hot,: he said.
"Tell me all six," said Zelda.
"I'll show you!" Marty was grinning and winking.
"No, stop it Marty." Zelda wiggled as Marty blew in her ear again and reached for her. She slapped him away.
" What's hot?' asked Marsha.
" What d'yuh mean?" asked Marty. "Are you joking?" He laughed.
" No I'm not joking. What does that mean-make a girl hot?"
They both laughed. "Don't you know?"
"No I don't."
"You must know," said Zelda searching for words, "Hot...turned on...umm...aroused."
"Hot like in the sunshine?"
"You're teasing us."
"No I'm not."
Zelda rolled her eyes.
"Tell me...Turned on... Turned on to what?"
"I'll show you," said Marty. He laughed as he reached his big hand towards her. Marsha jerked back quickly.
"Stop it Marty," said Zelda. She's still a child,still twelve. She really doesn't know."
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