Peek A Boo

Warning....this could be a repeat...but I am getting old so my friends will tolerate it.

When I was a very small girl I had a rather large "freckle" in a spot that stayed mostly hidden from the world. I must have been quite proud of it because, as the story goes, my non-driving mother, who frequented the RTD of Los Angeles, was extremely embarrassed one day when I decided that our bus driver needed a peek of it. I asked him if he wanted to see my big freckle and down went the drawers. I can remember what I was wearing but I cannot, for the life of me, remember what happened after that.

The pride in that "freckle" waned as I was about to enter middle school, and as the threat of PE and getting naked in locker rooms neared, we had the family doc remove it. It was bad enough I had expose myself him but the young teen girl population of Sunland-Tujunga was simply not going to happen.

One day, on our way to do some shopping, Mom and I hopped on the local bus when, lo and behold, the bus driver who was the recipient of my infamous peek show was behind the wheel. With all the thousands and thousand of passengers that man had encountered, he had the audacity to remember me! My thirteen year old self was mortified as this ole' dude and my mother discussed the now eradicated freckle. It's tough being 13.

I have a scar the size of a nickel as a reminder of this escapade.

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  1. anne marie in phillyJuly 4, 2018 at 2:57 AM

    thank you for not showing us your now freckleless bum! :)

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  2. Marie SmithJuly 4, 2018 at 4:53 AM

    Lol. Such a wonderful tale Linda. The innocence of children!

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  3. Debra She Who SeeksJuly 4, 2018 at 6:16 AM

    If you have a scar the size of nickel, it must have been a helluva "freckle" -- birth mark perhaps? Great story, no matter what it was!

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  4. JeanieJuly 4, 2018 at 10:05 AM

    Now THAT's a freckle.

    And thirteen is hell.

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  5. BirdieJuly 4, 2018 at 12:40 PM

    This is so cute. And funny. Your poor 13 year old self. 😂

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  6. BillJuly 4, 2018 at 3:03 PM

    Those childhood memories are funny to look back on but not funny at the time they happened.

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  7. Margaret (Peggy or Peg too)July 5, 2018 at 6:59 AM

    OMG that is hysterical!! Love it.

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  8. Linda dJuly 5, 2018 at 9:04 AM

    The said "freckle" was a rather large and raised mole AND, Anne Marie, it was not on my BUM. ;)

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