I was with my grandparents for the summer and staying at a campground in
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At 13, the last place I wanted to be was stuck with my grandparents all the time. Of course I loved them, but I was a blossoming young woman. I wanted to meet friends.
After he shook out the stars he was seeing, he rushed to help me up & made sure I was OK. He was so sweet. He helped me up & then held onto my arm and walked me back to our unit – taking me in and letting my grandmother know I needed an ice pack and maybe a nap. I can still remember how endearing that was to me. How much I loved that this cute young boy wanted to take care of me – to be sure I was OK. My grandparents, being proper, were none too thrilled that my first friend was a boy.
That set the precedent every boy after had to meet up to and perhaps also instilled in me, my love of RV camping.
The "romances" that are only meant to last a few months - so you get a small taste of what real love is actually like.