It’s a long way from Mama Priddy’s house to that boy’s house over by the boat landing road. Especially on a bike. And you, you couldn’t be 10 years old. Why are you so obsessed in getting to see him? What is that fixated urge and where does it come from? So, you rode all the way over there, didn’t get to see him and then took the wrath of words from your grandmother, “Boy crazy.”
Boy crazy. What do those words really mean?
An excerpt from “Anesthesia: The Numbing of our Children” (A book in progress by Pat Farrell)