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There was a rich family not
far from where I lived and their son who was about my age liked my bike and
wanted it. He took it from me several times and rode it.
He had been given a computer
for his birthday but didn’t like it. It was just too hard to learn to make use
He wanted to trade the computer for my bike but I was afraid his parents
would be mad about the trade and blame me for talking him into doing it.
Then one day he said he
finally got them to say it was alright to make the trade so I carried my
computer home piece by piece and set it up.
A few days later the boy I traded
with had an accident, wrecking the bike and sold it back to me for very
It set in the back of the
garage for several months until I got enough money to fix it up.
Meanwhile I was enjoying my
nearly new computer and was saving up for some graphic software. By the time I
was thirteen I had bought a cheaper version of a graphics program and was
getting good at using it.
My math improved along with
it.I guess there was some connection
between them.My teachers began to treat
me a little better as I improved my grades.
With my art skills, I began
to work with oils and was doing mostly landscapes until one of the girls a
class ahead of me wanted me to do a portrait of her.
I told her I wasn’t into that
kind of art, but I could do a sketch of her and use some colored pencils which
would add some character overall.
“No, no,” she said “I want
you to do me in oils,” and was insistent that I do so.
I gave it one last try to
discourage her by saying I would do it but she would have to sit for me nude
while I painted.
She gave me a strange look
and I said, “I need to see the whole of you to get the right perspective.”
She said, “Okay can we start
right now,” and started to remove her blouse.
I shouted at her, “STOP, - - I was
She gave me a wry smile and
said, “Don’t ask for something unless you really want it, can we start?”
I was still breathing hard
but said, “I will draw a sketch and then get the oils I need and some
canvas.I need to know how big you want
it to be. I would recommend twenty four by twenty which will give a rectangular
look which would be nice and take away the square look.”
She said that will be fine
but let’s get started for I have to leave pretty soon.
I grabbed my artist pad and
drew a quick sketch adding emphasis and shadows’ where I thought it would be
When she saw it she wanted to keep it and I told she could have it
after I finished with it.
Though she was only one grade
above me she stood a head taller than me, but I kinda liked her.
I thought if she liked me she could stoop
down when we kissed.
Then I come to myself and
realized that would never happen, but fantasizing about it was fun anyway.