Alright dear readers. Listen up. Gather ’round for story time. I’d like to tell you all about the time that I had my sexual awakening via romance novel. There will be laughter, there will be joy, there will be confusion. It should be fun.
Let’s set the stage for you. I’m between the ages of 10-12. Can’t remember exactly because I have a notoriously terrible memory when it comes to dates and ages. During this age period I am an AVID reader. I mean voracious. I read anything I can get my hands on.
Growing up we spent every single summer in Finland. My mother is Finnish and all her family was there so we’d go back for about two months every summer and spend time on my grandmothers farm. All the aunts would descend upon the farm with their children in tow and the house was bursting at the seams with family.
There was a tiny TV that got about four Finnish tv stations and was more or less reserved for my grandmother to watch Finnish soap operas on. Us kids made our own entertainment. We played cops and robbers, built forts in the woods, rode bikes, went swimming, and had an all around amazing summer. There was always a cousin to play with and you were never truly lonely.