Superpowers

If you've been following this story at all you'll know I'm a little apprehensive about writing it down. There are a number of reasons for this. It's not necessarily fear that makes me second guess myself, but the thought that people may not be able to relate to what I am writing about. Through this series of articles I will be letting go of the deepest secrets I hold and these secrets could be easily mistaken as fiction. Let me assure you my secrets are NOT fiction.

Part 4

Have you ever taken time to think about deeper things than your normal, routine, everyday existance. You know, the usual things, like "should I join a religion?", "Is my physical life all I get?", and the ever-so-popular "Are we alone?" . These may be normal thougt processes for an adult, but from a very young age my mind was deep in thought on these subjects. As I said before in part 1, my dad and stepmother had my siblings and I immersed deeply into a Baptist way of life. I lived and breathed church as a child. With every decision I made I was reminded by my authorities that God was always watching lest I "fall by the wayside". The indoctrination was fierce. I was drilled in the scriptures until I had migranes and I memorized more of it than I care to say. My point with this is that I was pushed from a very young age to blindly believe everything I was taught about God. I never doubted God was real, but there came a crucial time in my life when I began to question everything I had been taught. If not for my searching in these matters I would have never become enlightened.

Now let me continue where I left off in part 3. I was a senior in highschool just days from graduation. Us seniors were riding the bus to our senior trip destination, Worlds of Fun, and I was sitting by my good buddy Marissa. If you read my last installment you know that I had been crushing on a boy from school who I had a premonition about before I met him. "Dreamboy" (because his real name is too painful to mention) just so happened to be on the bus with me just a few seats away. Marissa and I were talking about something (I actually don't remember what we were discussing) when he finally decided to butt into the conversation. This guy, who I thought didn't know I existed, who had never so much as looked at me (or so I thought at the time) was talking to ME. I had actually told my friend Marissa not 30 minutes prior that I was crushing on him so when he continued his persuit of conversing with me she switched him seats. We talked for the rest of the bus ride and got off of the bus to stand in line. At that point I thought we were done talking, but when everyone was told to find their buddy I said, "I don't have one" and the next thing you know "dreamboy" offered. This was beyond exciting for me.

As we waited in line we talked. It was the first time I had ever spoken more than a sentence to him. When I asked him about his girlfriend (the girl you would see him making out with in the hallway, holding hands, etc.) he told me they broke up because she was a few years younger than him and he was moving off to college. For some reason I saw this as an opportunity and the next thing I know, I'm asking him out. What threw me off was that he actually said yes.

A light rain started as soon as we stepped foot into the park and when this happened they shut down a lot of the good rides. So, we decided to go on some of the less popular rides. He started holding my hand while we walked and I would be lying if I said it wasn't the best feeling ever. I couldn't believe I finally had the courage to go for it.

We ended up leaving the park earlier than expected because the longer we stayed the harder the rain got. I didn't mind though because he wanted to sit with me on the way back. We ended up talking the entire way back to the school parking lot. I will say that to this day I've never met anyone who I could converse with like him. He actually talked about things I could debate about and agreed with me on a lot of topics. By the time we pulled back into the school parking lot he had decided to take me out for a bit (since we got back two hours early and my parents wouldn't be expecting me back home until then). He took me to the infamous Taco Bell. I know it sounds kinda cheap, but we were teenagers and he didn't have much cash. After we ate he drove me to the one hill in town where you could see the entire city (how romantically cliche) where we talked about music (my favorite subject). He got out of the car and walked to my side. He opened the door, took my hand, and took me to the very edge of the hill. We stood there for a moment and he decided that it would be a good time to kiss me. He was right, it was a good time, but what he became intensely aware of was that it was my first kiss. It surprised him. He laughed a little when I explained how sheltered I had been as a child when it came to things like this and he kissed me again. To be honest the second kiss was the better one. Maybe because I was ready for it that time.

He took me home after that. I was walking on clouds. Of course I had him drop me off a few blocks away because my parents finding out would be a disaster. We exchanged phone numbers and I went home. I continued talking to him and seeing him secretly for the rest of the summer until everything hit the fan and my parents found out.

I won't go into detail about my parents discovering my secret. All you need to know is that I left my parents house to be with him. I packed my bags and he found a place for me to stay temporarily.This is the part of the story where I say my journey to enlightenment started. If it wasn't for "dreamboy" I would have never discovered the path to enlightenment. This was the summer my adventure started. Stay tuned for part 5.