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LAME ALERT – I know its Wednesday. This was written and laid aside causing it to not be posted. I attribute it to my ADD, also to my having too many jobs, also to the fact that I’m always on so many different computers … (I could come up with more, but I’ll just post the blog instead.)

Last week I talked about sitting down with one of my classmates and telling that my living in Germany as a young teenager was the catalyst for my being able to write the way I do. The summer of my 14th birthday, I moved to Germany and enrolled in a German language school over in Bad Reichenhall. One of the first things my brothers and I did was to go out and get smashed. We had been informed by classmates that the drinking age was 6. Unheard of. Needless to say, this really began an experience of growing up fast. At least when it came to partying like a college student when I was 13 soon to be 14.

But the real beauty of it was that we started hanging out with the ‘older’ crowd at school. By older, I mean they were 16 and 17. My brothers were 15 and 16 so this proved to be a real eye opener for me. Plus there seemed to be some kind of international alliances going on. We were Americans (duh) and the alliances seemed to be forming off the fact that some countries were composed of pacifists and others were not. At the time Vietnam was going on and not everyone liked Americans. At least not citizens of Italy (pacifists) and France (extreme pacifists or surrender specialists). Those that liked us were the Greeks, Aussies, Kiwis, South Africans, Thais, and Filipinos. Those were the countries with more than just a token student at the school. It was a pretty big school and sat on top of a mountain that overlooked the town. But when it came to partying or going to bars in town, a certain large group of students usually went together. I became part of that group. But even within that group, the alliance lines were sometime touted and flaunted. And that created problems for myself and this certain 17 year old Italian goddess with fire-red hair. Yes, it’s true that … oh wait … I’ve already hit my 2 paragraphs.

NEXT WEEK – Rita …

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