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That Summer: A Moment with Bill Reflection about First Love

Updated on June 17, 2014

Thanks to Garth Brooks

His lyrics are the inspiration for this creative writing piece.

“I often think about that summer
The sweat, the moonlight and the lace
And I have rarely held another
When I haven't seen her face
And every time I pass a wheat field
And watch it dancing with the wind
Although I know it isn't real
I just can't help but feel
Her hungry arms again”

From the song “That Summer.”

A song about hunger. A song about carnal pleasures. A song about two people quenching each other’s thirst, and a song about the memories of actions that have a profound effect on us as we grow older and, hopefully, wiser.

Sit back while I muse about that summer.

A cover of the song but it will do

Where was your first time?
Where was your first time? | Source

I Often Think About That Summer, the Sweat, the Moonlight and the Lace

Is there such a summer in your memory?

It begins with a subtle glance across the campfire, delivered with the force of a high-velocity round from a sniper’s rifle. A tilting of the head, a flick of the hair, equal emphasis given to coyness and disinterest, and yet the animal is surfacing, staking the territory, declaring to one and all that in this time, in this place, that man (or woman) is mine.

It is a dance we all do, mimicking some 50s romance, Doris Day meets Rock Hudson, or choose your actors to play our parts, or we will play their parts, it makes no difference once the sighs become audible, the breathing changes, the heart pumps faster and dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin do their biological interaction.

We calculate the moment of approach, measure our words carefully, take our appointed places on the stage, and hope to hell the curtain does not fall until we have tasted the intoxicant we so desperately want….and then….

Buttons unbutton, zippers unzip, clothes are tussled and pulled, yanked and fumbled, actions we perform daily but which suddenly seem so complicated. The first tentative hand upon skin, the sharp intake of breath, the wondrous textures and scents, dizziness and out-of-body experience of mind-blasting, heart-exploding, toss your cares to the wind and inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, slower, slower and…collapse.

There will be more than enough time for doubts, concerns, and recriminations, but for that one moment, that exquisite stoppage of time, there is only a coupling of legendary status, to be cherished and remembered always.

The only one that counts for this man
The only one that counts for this man | Source

And I Have Rarely Held Another When I Haven’t Seen Her Face

For the sake of self-preservation, let me state that is not true today. Whenever I hold my wife, I think of no one else besides my wife, but….

Who among you does not remember your first lover? Is it possible not to? The years have rapidly accumulated since those first tentative moments with my first love. Dianna King was her name, and I still, forty-five years later, remember her face, her smile, and that magical moment when we came together as one.

Frightened for sure. Confused most definitely. We all preen our feathers that first time, casting fear, and fate, to the winds, hoping to get it right, to not embarrass ourselves, to somehow be all that we can be. We’ve read the books. We’ve had discussions with friends. We try to prepare ourselves for any eventuality, but nothing, and I mean nothing, can prepare you for that first sexual rite of passage.

So we fumble, we bumble, we question every move, hoping against hope that we will please the other, and be pleased in return, and wondering, when it is over, if we will ever again experience anything as beautiful.

And Every Time I Pass a Wheat Field

Silently the memories come upon us. They are not bidden and yet they appear. What triggers them? The profile of a stranger passing by on the sidewalk….the certain way another sways her hips, or something more vague, like the scent of lavender in the wind, or a sudden summer shower….whatever it may be, we are transported back to that bedroom, that sofa, that back seat, and we are young again, wild again, dancing a dance as old, and as beautiful, as life.

And Watch It Dancing with the Wind

And the wheat blows in the wind, and our hair blows as we time-travel to another place, another time, and we smile, and we nod, and yes, we feel melancholy, for those times are gone, that magic will never be repeated, those hungers are long-satiated, and that is as it should be.

For children grow, cast aside their childhood toys, and seek that which is more rewarding. Where once it was enough to tumble frantically for ten minutes of satisfaction, now we embrace the substitute of life-long companionship. Where once we played a game of frantic courtship, now we relish the sublime pleasure of holding hands in the park on a summer day, and moonlight strolls with our best friend and yes, lover.

Can we ever see the past clearly?
Can we ever see the past clearly? | Source

Although I Know It Isn’t Real

Is it possible to be real and yet unreal? There is no doubt that it happened and yet, when remembered, it seems a surreal experience. We do not recall with any accuracy but rather as one gazing upon a scene through frosted glass. What were the words spoken? What were the actions taken that led to that moment? The facts shimmer on our mind’s projection screen like heat waves in a desert, and we can never really be sure if it happened the way we remember….but….what will never be in doubt are the feelings associated with that first time.

I Just Can’t Help but Feel Her Hungry Arms Again

Such is the power of the mind, that actions taken decades ago can immediately engulf us, and cause a physical chain reaction that is at once powerful and yet peaceful.

Close your eyes. Travel back to that time. Do you see it? Do you feel it? Is there beauty associated with it? Pain? Embarrassment? The passage of youth….the loss, for sure, of innocence….a door that, once opened, can never be closed again.

We have moved on from there. There have been many times since when body met body, need engulfed need, and we listened to the driving beats of our heart and desires….and each time is, for sure, wondrous….but….

There will never again be a time like

That summer.

2014 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you, Deb. I enjoyed writing this one.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Yes, indeed, there is never a time like the first. You captured it so well, too.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Very true words, Flourish. Nothing beats the life I have now, but the memories are sweet.

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      FlourishAnyway 3 years ago from USA

      We all have that one whose memory will never completely fade, although the life we have now is mature and satisfying and full. Young love.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      I appreciate it, vkwok. Thank you.

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      Victor W. Kwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

      Thank you for sharing this wonderful hub, Bill!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Jackie, you are very kind. I'll just keep writing poetic prose and be satisfied with that. :) Thank you my friend.

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      Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

      Thanks for a beautiful step back Bill and some fantastic songs. When I first started reading I thought you had finally taken up poetry! Still waiting for that....

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you so much, Genna. I enjoyed writing this one and I'm glad others felt the same while reading it.

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      Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      “And every time I pass a wheat field…” Regardless of the wonderful lives we now share with others, these are sweetened fields in memory where magic lingers, still. Through “frosted glass,” absolutely. But how lucky we were to have known them, and can remember. Beautiful hub, Bill!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      It is indeed, Marvin. Thanks for your thoughts.

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      Marvin Parke 3 years ago from Jamaica

      Summer love is an experience that affected me deeply. The memories makes me feel both happy and sad at the same time. It is funny how some things stick with us.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Cecile. I really enjoyed writing this one.

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      Cecile Portilla 3 years ago from West Orange, New Jersey

      Thank you for the memories billybuc. You put so much emotion in your writing I can feel every word. I Really enjoyed "This Magic Moment," it has always been one of my favorites.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Ann, I know how hard that is. I sold mine and went without for two years, the first time I haven't had a car in decades. It was very hard and I am proud of you. Happily, I can report that I now have an old 1997 pickup to tool around in. :)

      bill

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      Ann Carr 3 years ago from SW England

      Yes, great day thanks. I've just sold my car so we're down to just the one; it's like having my right hand cut off but you should be proud of me! LOL

      Ann

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      ChitrangadaSharan, thank you so much. if I took you back in time, then I did my job as a writer.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Ann, I love that you are digging a new patch of garden. Music to my ears my friend.

      And I'm glad the love of your life came along....love, as you well know, makes the world go round. :)

      I hope your day is progressing nicely.

      bill

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Faith! If I ever lose my passion for writing, I will stop writing. It's as simple as that for me.

      I'm glad you enjoyed this dear friend.

      blessings always

      bill

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Cris! I don't think it hurts any of us to transport back to the innocent age, and I'm glad you enjoy it as well.

      hugs from Oly

      bill

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you so much, Shelley! This one was fun to write.

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      Chitrangada Sharan 3 years ago from New Delhi, India

      This is beautiful expression of emotions and it will not be wrong to call this hub a beautiful and emotional poetic description!

      You made me go back to my memories!

      Thanks and good day to you!

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      Ann Carr 3 years ago from SW England

      It's true we never forget our first love. Was engaged to mine but that was a long, long time ago! Fortunately, eventually, the love of my life arrived and we're making the most of our time together.

      Great piece, evoking all those emotions and passions. Well done, bill!

      More sunshine here . I can't believe it! Off to dig a patch of garden and to rearrange the pots. I love pottering...

      Have a great day, bill! Ann

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Wonderfully passionate write here, dear Bill!

      Nothing better than to be young and in love, except being with the one true love since my wedding night so long ago in our youth and continuing.

      I say, there is no reason why we cannot still have that youthful passion in this present day ... even this very summer and each day : )

      I remember that Garth Brooks song. Great choice.

      Keep that passion alive in love and in your writing.

      Blessings always

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      CrisSp 3 years ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

      Oh, how passionately written! So beautiful Bill! Your words are so vivid here and I absolutely love this hub. What a great read for tonight. I very much enjoyed this and yes, now as I closed my eyes to sleep I will try to remember as much as I can...my first love...that summer! :)

      For memories sake, why not?

      Up, beautiful, interesting and definitely sharing.

      Love from the sky~

      P.S. Bookmarking this as one of my favorites from you.

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      Shelley Watson 3 years ago

      Thank you Bill for taking me back to days when we felt so free, so unfettered and so sure of a wonderful life ahead. Garth Brooks was marvellous and I enjoyed "That Magic Moment". Thank you for inducing the memories again. Wow Billybuc I love your writing.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Awww, thanks Jamie! I love writing like this.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      This is poetry, the best kind. Jamie

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thanks, Martie, and I'm ecstatic that you are so happy.

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      Martie Coetser 3 years ago from South Africa

      Oh, billybuc, my current love is so wonderful that I don't even want to remember my first love, as pain, regrets and embarrassment are part of the memory. No, I prefer to live in the present, born again, as if my past is a series of previous lives. I actually avoid music that reminds me of a previous love, because painful disappointment is the only reason why they are 'previous' and no more. Blessed are those who are still in love with their first love :))

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Mona. I'll be by to see your latest soon.

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      Mona Sabalones Gonzalez 3 years ago from Philippines

      It's nice to look back with good memories of one's first love instead of a bitter heart and mean spiritedness. You are a good man, Billybuc, and this was a beautiful hub.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Liz!

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      Elizabeth Parker 3 years ago from Las Vegas, NV

      Beautifully written Bill!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Lea, I love those songs...perfect choices for this hub....thank you for sharing your thoughts and memories, and of course for your very kind words.

      bill

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      Sparklea 3 years ago

      Voted beautiful and awesome. Your hub reminds me of the song Strawberry Wine.

      And the movie Footloose.

      You are a champion the way you describe intimacy.

      The story of me and my husband Dave is very long and complicated. Let me just say that the minute I saw him for the first time I felt a spark. He did too. I found this out later.

      Our first intimate moment was the night of the day we eloped and stayed at an Inn in Waverly New York overlooking a breath taking view of fields below with the Chemung river weaving through it.

      Makes me think of the song titled "this magic moment". Thanks for the memories you have awakened in your hub friends. Blessings Sparklea. :)

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      That's the Lizzy I know and love. :)

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thanks for sharing, Sha, and I'm glad it got better with time....life is good my friend.

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      Liz Davis 3 years ago from Hudson, FL

      Wow! I was gypped.

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      Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

      What a beautiful recount, Bill! I remember my first time as if it was yesterday. Unfortunately, it was like a box office hit that's built up thru hype. When you finally go see the movie you discover it's not all it was cracked up to be. Disappointment for sure, but it got better as I got older. I think the best part of new love is the butterflies that tickle your belly every time you're together or even think about being together. Ah, the excitement of young life and young love! I remember it well.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Glad you liked it, Eric. Thank you and my best to Emily.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      LOL...DJ, you crack me up. Very nice compliment about Lady Antebellum, my favorite country group. Thank you and I'm very happy that things got better. :)

      bill

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      :) have a great week, breakfastpop

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Always loved the song. You really did a great job here, thank you. I will keep those long ago wonderful summers to myself and Emily.

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      DJ Anderson 3 years ago

      Oh, My God!! You have written to evoke memories which have been cradled in cobb webs in the corner of long ago. Your wording was perfection; the tempo was astonishing. Your talents run far and wide

      to be able to capture a sound, a feeling, doubts, confusion and inevitably

      the crescendo!

      If it were a piece of music, it would be performed by Lady Antebellum,

      accompanied by The Boston Pop Orchestra, and directed by John Williams.

      Muy Bien! Bravo!! Perfecto!!! Great Job, Mr. Holland!

      I must add that my first time was only hours after having been pronounced Mr. and Mrs...................

      My words of passion that night were, "Is it over, yet?"

      I kid you, NOT! LOL

      DJ.

      P.S. Thing got better...a lot better!!!!!!

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      breakfastpop 3 years ago

      Thank you billy. No need to be sorry, it feels good!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Great memories indeed, Rolly. Thank you, and hugs coming back your way.

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      Rolly A Chabot 3 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Billy... great memories of days gone but not forgotten...

      Hugs from Canada

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you so much, DDE!

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      breakfastpop, bravo! Congratulations for a job well done, a job of love and commitment....sorry about driving you crazy, though. :) Thank you my friend.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Ruby! It felt good to write like this again. :) I was afraid I would forget how.

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      Devika Primić 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Great write here and a trip down memory lane makes all more exciting.

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      breakfastpop 3 years ago

      I have to admit that the combination of your writing and this song made me more than a little crazy, if you get my drift. I married my first love, although there were others in between. In the end, we were meant for each other. Tomorrow will be 47 years and I have loved every second. Voted up, beautiful and awesome!

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Wow! I remember. Your writing is exceptionally beautiful today. Loved it.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      yes, Nell, it was you, and what a blast it was, eh? Thank you so much for sharing part of your Tuesday with me.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Theater girl...I have always loved that song, so this hub was a natural for me.

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      Nell Rose 3 years ago from England

      Hi Bill, your words totally brought me back to that time, the way you wrote it stirred those memories, and yes its definitely something we never forget, and I always sit there with a bit of surprise when I think of those times purely because I think, did I really do that? was that me? wonderful stuff Bill, nell

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Janine. I'm happy to know I'm not the only one who still remembers. LOL I really appreciate your kind words my friend. Have a great day.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Carol, seriously, thank you. Not corny at all, but a very kind thing for you to say. Enjoy the book and thank you so much for buying it.

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      Jennifer 3 years ago from New Jersey

      What a beautiful piece! I am lucky enough to still be very much attached to the person that causes me to have these kinds of thoughts! And I can still remember the first time I laid eyes on them (although not technically summer) But I do love that song by Garth. Thanks for sharing this!

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      Janine Huldie 3 years ago from New York, New York

      Bill, I definitely had a few summers like this in my youth and can definitely tell you that even though I am truly in the here and now, still can't help, but walk down memory lane a bit myself, especially reading your passage here. I don't have to tell you what a wonderful writer you are, but yet I will that you can write and share words such as these and evoke such emotions. Happy Tuesday now Bill!

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      carol stanley 3 years ago from Arizona

      It is interesting how that memory never quite fades away. I could feel all youwrote about. You are good Bill. GOing to head over to Amazon to buy your novel on Kindle of course. Look forward to reading more of your melodic words. I know this sounds corny but I really think you are an exception writer...