I was 7 years old and that summer, we went to Spain with
my parents, my sister, an aunt and uncle, their two children and lots of
friends. There were plenty of "grown-ups" (teenagers, in short), in
front of which I was completely fascinated!
I remember that big rock in the water on which I climbed
to look for crabs, flamenco dresses in the stores that made me dream (and
postcards with small skirts in relief !!!) and especially long Evenings where
the grown-ups took cocktails while I sucked small ice-shaped feet trying to
recognize the constellations. A real dream ...
When I was 14 years old, when I was starting to have
serious hormones on fire, I went with my mother and my brother to a campsite in
Vieux-Boucau. These hormones in question, there, literally exploded. You must
know that I never kissed, or even flirted with a boy before that summer.
However, I first fell in love with a Mickael, with whom I discussed long hours
every night, lying on the ping-pong table, then Nicolas, with whom I spoke
about love films and poetry , and finally a Fabien, a great guy of 15 1/2
years!
It was to him that I made my first kiss. It was a bit odd
- I did not know in which direction to turn the language. But what pride when I
walked with him on the campsite, hand in hand! (when my mother was not around!)
"Yeah, I have a COPAIN and he's GREAT!", I said to myself.
But my greatest pride was when one day, while I was
sitting on him in the yard talking to him, I felt something hard under my
buttocks ... It amused me a lot! I felt like a real femme fatale (laughs).
The summer of my 10 years, my best friend Claire (since
the nursery school) invited me to spend two weeks with her, in a house of her
family lost in the Creuse. I did not expect to discover a mansion!
Large cold damp stones, old furniture and pans, endless
spiral staircases and beds in which I felt like the Princess at Pea (but
without Pea, thankfully) ...
There, we did a bit of our rebels. We stole cigarettes
from her mother, we tried to smoke (but we smothered more than anything else).
We also kissed to see what it was (well, not much, there, in this case). It was
great anything, and that's why I loved it so much!
I must be ashamed if I tell you that the best summer I
spent was in college, when I stayed home all the holidays shut up reading Harry
Potter?
, the best of the best, it goes back to far! When I was
6, when I went to Marrakech with my parents and my big brother. What's funny is
that I have no memory of the places visited! It's more funny or scary moments
that marked me.
As the breakfasts with mini jars of jam, the guide to
whom I proudly said that I knew "to count from 10 to 0", the
spectacle of snakes of my hotel that I looked while shivering of the interior
balcony and especially .. ..the daycare of the hotel! Filled with incredible games,
including one where you have to press the teeth of a crocodile without his
mouth closing. It was Christmas in the middle of summer! I did not want to come
out of this room anymore (laughs).
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