I was day dreaming ...

I was in Seabrook Auditorium of Fayetteville State Teachers College.  I was there enjoying a basketball game with my family.  I remember this day just as clearly as yesterday.  I was eleven or twelve years old.  My mother had just given me a straight black skirt.  It fit me, hugged my petite little already shapely behind.  I watched the beautiful Adonis built athletes run up and down the court.  Beautiful muscles bulging, glistening.  I was happy, I was day dreaming.

It was half time.  I decided to go to the bathroom.  I didn't walk around the court like I should have.  I cut across it.  I was day dreaming.  I was only eleven but my mother let me wear my long beautiful hair "loose".  Back then "loose" hair was the equivalent of "fast".

I was day dreaming.  I don't know what I was thinking.  Maybe I thought I was Marilyn Monroe or something.  I knew I looked good in my "sexy" black skirt.  I was gliding across that court with my tiny little hips swaying.  I am sure I was mimicking Marilyn's sexy walk.  I was halfway across the court before I realized all eyes were on me.  Me, a little brown girl that was 50% hair.  Hair thrown over one eye.  Hair cascading down my back,swishing and swaying, gliding across the court.

When I realized all eyes were upon me, did I stop?  Did I run?  No, I think I kept up my little sexy walk.  It was like magic.  It was if everyone had a sense of humor.  I heard the applause.  I heard everyone join in a congratulatory clap.

I was kind of happy, very surprised.  I was embarrassed.  I went to the bathroom.  But, I came back the right way.