After one final summer of Little League baseball, a final summer of collecting the baseball cards of Mickey Mantle, Hank Aaron, Ted Williams, among many other greats of that day, no boy/girl stuff, bike explorations into the deep mysteries of the wilderness east of Richland Hills, tadpoles, crawdad fishing, and a bunch of similar pleasant distractions, 7th grade and their bouts with puberty awaited the boys at Junior High.
My girlfriend situation that year was a mixed bag. Gone after just that one 6th grade year, was the beautiful Kay Sturkie who had broken my heart over that 6 grade picnic deal; but, rejoining me after our having been separated since 3rd grade was the beautiful Donna who had been my love interest in the “old days.” Now 12, she hadn’t aged too well but, she was as affectionate as ever (back in 3rd grade !) and pasted herself to me all that year. However, a young man’s eye does tend to wander, even at that tender age and mine certainly did.