Dating the daughter of the king of the trash heap

If you remember, I talked about spending time with my family at a trailer park for the summers and how there were different classes of people who used the park. Understand that I am not necessarily talking about class in reference to income because there are exceptions to the stereotypes placed on each level. We were quite a typical middle-class, blue-collar family with the drive to aspire to more both in terms of our finances and our stations in life when it pertained to our demeanor and visible behaviours. Not everyone cared about keeping up appearances and let the red of their neck show.

Between grade 8 and 9 I started to date this girl in the park who was taller and a whole year older than me. So mature! Or so I thought. I was only just starting to learn about myself and my body and the changes that were happening, so to say I was confused was an understatement. I was also a bundle of hormones because just holding her hand 'set me off' as she put it when she realized what was happening as we walked along the beach. I had a difficult time walking. ;)

Upon meeting her family, the first recorded incident of my second sense ability appeared when I immediately felt uncomfortable with her father. My own father was a little rough around the edges but he didn't seem creepy like this dude did. To prove my point, he told his daughter that if I got her pregnant that he would cut off the offending appendage and force it down my esophagus. Oh, and kudos to the girl for telling me, that really improves my opinion of your father and family for that matter.

We never got to second base and I kept her at bay for the most part of our one month of 'going together'. I believe I had to break up with her twice before it stuck but the point was it would never have worked out and if she knew now what I do then she would thank me. Perhaps her father would have an opinion on that as well and if so would he rethink his punishment? Dodging bullets has become second nature. Rising above the heap has always been the plan.