The usual drill each summer is for churches to sponsor Vacation Bible Schools. Sometimes, the churches run these programs in different weeks; and enterprising parents enroll their sons and daughters in more than one, hoping to get some childless moments.
Mom signed me up in a V.B.S, run by a Baptist Church. It met for a week between nine and three o'clock and served cafeteria-style lunches. It was okay, I guess; but a little heavy on the hymns and Bible stories. Well, we did get to act a few scenes out. They vetoed a boy and I playing David and Bathsheba, but I was probably not destined for an acting career.
V.B.S. was cool because it put you with other kids. Most were so-so about religion, despite being Baptists. I suspect that Baptist mothers needed time away from their whelps, too.
Anyway, there was a boy that I hit it off with. By Tuesday, we were sneaking kisses on the sly. Several times, as a matter of fact.
However, during recess one of the old witches that coordinated the program caught us red-handed. She sent both of us home for the remainder of the session.
Mom was not especially mad that I kissed a boy; but she was counting on those two remaining days!
When another church did a Vacation Bible School, I figuratively had a scarlet letter. Getting red A's is easy when you're 12 and going to a Baptist Vacation Bible School.