Fiona

Every time I shave my legs, I think about the day 30 years ago, when Fiona Palmer & I were lying on the bow of her boat, and I tried to ever so subtly (?) move my legs over hers, to find out if she was shaving.  She was a few years older than me, and knew exactly what I was up to, of course.  I remember feeling flustered that she knew what I was doing … but I also remember how smooth her legs felt.  And how grown up she seemed.  


The next day I tried it for myself, not realizing that this exciting and clear indication of maturity would become routine so quickly.  Still – now when I pull out my razor, I’m glad that it makes me think about boating with Fiona as pre-teens.  Our smooth, silky, strong legs supported us through hours & hours of waterskiing back then.

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