In order to appreciate what I'm about to tell you, you need to understand that my parents had me late in life. They had been married for almost ten years before Mama got pregnant and had already started the process of trying to adopt a child.
Maybe that's why they were so terribly over protective. All I know is, that I have memory after memory of being frustrated for not being allowed to do something that my friends were doing, or that seemed perfectly safe to me. Even now, looking back with adult eyes, I still concur that they really were way too protective, and in many ways tried to keep my young life surrounded by bubble wrap.
With that said, there is one very odd memory that often puzzles me. We lived in Birmingham, where there was an alley behind our house and another row of houses on the other side of the alley. The couple that lived directly behind our house had a garage that opened onto the alley, rather than onto the street, like most of the rest of the houses did. It was a huge, two car garage, something they had added after moving in, and it filled much of their backyard.
Mama knew he was doing it.
She had told me to come in the house any time he was out there "like that". And I did, rushing into the house, time after time, heart pounding. But it was something I "knew" I was not to talk about, as my parents were never comfortable talking about anything connected even remotely with sex.
You see, our nice neighbor behind us, liked to stand in the shadows in his huge garage, and watch me play in the back yard, with no clothes on.
He never once approached me, or said a word to me, and I never did "see" anything, but I knew he was naked. Many a time, wet clothes just had to wait a little while before they were hung to dry, as this went on for years.
My over protective Mama and Daddy never did a thing about it. I've often wondered why, but never had the nerve to break the "rule," and discuss it with them. Even now, I can't ask Daddy, because I wouldn't want to chance that it would get him upset.
No telling what kind of emotional tangles a psychologist could find deep down in my psyche from those early introductions to an uncomfortable sexual situation. Even now, I want to scream at him to stop - something I never had the nerve to do then.
In this day and time, I'd like to think that he would have gotten in trouble for what he was doing.
nostalgia, childhood memories, nudity, exhibitionist, sex