I must have been 19, she was 2-3 years younger than me. I drove a 1981 Chevy Caprice back then. I liked her and she liked me. Nothing serious happened but I’d drive her down to the banks of the Chattahoochee River. We’d watch the river flow while laying on the hood of the car while I left the radio playing. There was some kissing.
Sometimes I’d take her to a private airport… can’t remember which one. We’d park, turn on the radio, lay on the hood/windshield the same as the river, and kiss. We were right in the landing path of the planes so we could see them landing, and feel the earth shake under us while they landed and we kissed.
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