When I was fifteen years old I crossed to the other side of Middlesborough Road and mixed with the Box Hill South gang. It was the first bunch of kids I hung around with that were a little bit wild. It was the first time I tasted beer without lemonade. And it was time for my first real crush. Her name was Bernadette. I thought she was gorgeous. Trouble is everybody else liked her too. She was very popular. And the other guys were much cooler than I was.
One day I got my chance though. I dropped into see her when she was babysitting. She put Cream’s Greatest Hits on the record player. And we fumbled around on the couch. Every time the kids ran in we would jump up. The record player was automatic so every time it reached the end it would start again. I listened to that Cream ( just the first side) record 3 times in a row. I didn’t want to get off the couch and I didn’t want her to go either. Now I can’t hear this song without thinking of fumbling around on a couch with young catholic girl from the other side of Middlesborough Road. Never really saw her again after that.
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