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.
Now that is a noteworthy achievement!
ReplyDeleteThe one thing you actually remember from VBS.
ReplyDeleteThat's the stuff of which legends are made.
ReplyDeleteApparently the 'love thy neighbor' thing doesn't include kissing him.
ReplyDeleteBadge of honor!
ReplyDeleteGetting the scarlet letter isn't bad. What's bad is when you get the lower-case letter as a result.
ReplyDeleteGood one, Bilbo!
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