Yeah, Well

Apparently I need to come up with more stories to tell y'all. OK, so here's one:

I had a best friend in high school; her name is Christina. I don't know where she is now, and I'd love to find her. Anyhoo..

Downtown Huntsville had a gorgeous park where everyone used to hang out. One night, Christina and I were just driving around, as everyone did in town back then. We got near the Fountain. This means that we were around the town square and had nothing to do. We decided to walk to the park. We went down the stairs - it was about 9pm - and saw that the fountain was still open. We looked at each other.

We took off our tops and pants, and then climbed into the fountain to dance and laugh and throw water on each other. We thought nothing of it; we were being silly and giggly and girls. There was nothing untoward in our evening.

Until some guy walked by, and cat-called and whistled at us. You know - at that moment we realized what we were doing. It's too bad, because for Christina and me, it was just silly fun. For this guy, it was sexual.

Maybe the end of our innocence.