Innocence Revoked

When we were kids do you remember locking ourselves away in my bathroom, pulling at our woollen school tights as they clung to our feet? Underwear removed we sat on the floor on bare young bums. How innocent it all seemed – two six year old girls intrigued by the anatomy we couldn’t see. I wonder if I was to bring it up in conversation one of these days, if you’d remember in the same detail that liberating, first intimate encounter we shared. We were so unashamed and free, never afraid of suggesting ideas, so confident in each other’s response. You even suggested marriage once although I must say you over-stepped the line by announcing your thoughts in front of my parents. They sniggered and sneered at the things that came out of our young, carefree mouths. They’d forgotten about the freedom of adventurous and uninhibited minds. When they laughed at your suggestion I felt shame for the first time. You were the first person I ever adored. You were my life and I was yours. Things became complex as years went by. We forgot about how to live with open eyes as the world around us forever changed and realigned our perfect, unashamed minds.