I lived a simple life. My parents owned a small market that earned enough to get by. Those in our hollar would stop by mostly for cigarettes and beer. Momma didn't want to sell beer but Daddy said it was the only thing keepin us in business.
We farmed our land and sold corn, tomatoes, beans and a few other items from our hard work. We ate more pinto beans and cornbread that I can't stand 'em to this day. My Daddy worked us hard with no sympathy for age, strength or number of hour he made us work. Everyone had a job.
My best friend Karla was different than me but we became easy friends at an early age. Karla and I did everything together in our hollar. We knew that hollar edge to edge. Momma said Karla was invitin trouble. I wasn't sure what she meant at the time. Karla did like the boys, but bein friends with boys aint bad I didn't think. Momma said bein friends gets girls pregnant. Karla thought Momma was funny.
I met Mack Jr at the town dance. Karla was besides herself when I refused to "have a little fun" with him at the dance. I know what fun leads to. Momma said it lead to babies and I wanted no part of it. "Dancin don't lead to no babies", Mack Jr told me. "I only want to dance with you."
So we danced. And afterwards he persued me for years. Momma didn't much like it but I thought he was nice.
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