Childhood memories

I remember the first girl that I think I really liked when I was a little boy. Har name was, I hope it still is, Andreea and she was the youngest of three sisters and two brothers. Her father was a drunk which we used to see only when he came home drunk and her mother always screamed at her from the balcony on the fourth floor. I remember playing mommy and daddy with her, under the big metal gas box which was a few houses down from where I lived and almost across the appartment building in which she lived. I think she was the first one to have spent time with me.

I remember that one day we went behind the dumpaster on an alley and tried to make hanky panky. She lied down on some old piece of cloth that somebody didn't need anymore, lifted her skirt and rolled down her pantieswhile I, of course, was a horny little bot that didn't know how it was supposed to happen and tried to get on top of her. We gave it a shot or two but of course we didn't make love properly. She had probably seen one of her older sisters doing it and she wanted to be like them. I remember she said 'Ouch!' a couple of times. She was just a little skinny girl playing house whith the  boy down the street that liked her and spent time with her. I remember being terrified that someone would catch us and after five or ten minutes we went out behind the dumpster checking for nosy neighbours that couldn't mind their own business. I think I felt ashamed or at least disappointed of what had happened. Scared I was for sure for the whole eternity that only lasted a few minutes. Not sure, but I think my parents had a problem with me playing with her and think I wasn't allowed to play with her. She came from one of the poorest families on the street. Just imagine... Seven people living in a three-bedroom appartment on the top floor of an appartment building, whith a painter that enjoyed coming home late as a father and two sisters that had their own lives and didn't took much care of her except the occasional big sister beatings. I can't believe I'm remembering this so well right now. This must have happened at least twenty years ago and still I can remember her face pretty well. She was short haired and naive as any girl would be at that age. Yet she was my first, the one that set me on the path of love in the most unusual place one would think of. But we did the best with what we had. And that I'll always remember. 

Her brothers weren't the nicest. They would always get into fights and knew all the bad kids in the neighbourhood. We used to play ball in the street all day long. Danny and Chris were two completely different blokes. One was always trying to be funny, the other wanted to be a playboy, always fancy. As fancy as they could be as nor their education nor clothes did't say high class. Not even upper poor. but they had respect. One time, Chris had to fight this guy from a different street. It had been arranged for them to meet on the field next to the train station. And because i was friends with him and his brother, normally, I was there. Danny and I couldn't intervene although his brother was taking a beating from the other guy. It was their affair and they shook hands like gentlemen after it was over and the victor had been settled. There were only feelings of loss on our side and no celebration after the match was over. We went back to our street and carried on with our games like nothing happened. I just Hope they're not in jail... They were my friends and we shared a lot of momories and quite a few cigarettes back then. That's how we rolled.