It was the first time I was invited to one of the parties that my big brother was going to. I didn’t have any idea why he decided this time it was ok to take me because he never had said it was ok before and my mother didn’t care one way or the other. Probably she didn’t even know I went or that he went.
You know just how exciting it is for this dumb eight year old to be invited to a party of thirteen year olds. I mean I was really ready, or so I thought.
It started out kind of boring as I recall. I knew a couple of the people, mostly from a far, because they were in a different school than me. When I was in kindergarten they had been in fourth grade. Our school only went up to fifth grade so the overlap was minimal.
Anyhow back to the party. I don’t even know if I had much fun at all and wondered what am I doing getting all interested in these boring parties.
Finally the game of spin the bottle became the activity and I was included and I sat there and was a part of this thing with a mixture of thrill, dread and disgust when somehow the bottle that was spun by my brother’s yuckiest friend pointed to me.
My brother later told me that was why I had been invited, no other girl ever followed through on their obligation to this guy when the bottle turned their way.