cindy marie

This past Friday we got to hang out with what I like to call our older group of girls. We get together when we can and we go have some laughs. I don't discriminate against age. It was going to be extra exciting for me. You see Cindy has a boat and we were going to be the few lucky that are able to try it for the first time. Heather grew up around boats. I didn't know she knew how to drive one. I should have since both sides of her family love the open waters.

It was my first time to ever set foot on one. We ate at the restaurant on the lake called "The Oasis on Joe Pool Lake". It has a good vibe. They have bands play out there on the deck. The atmosphere was nice and cool. Its a good place to relax and sit back. I wouldn't recommend the food.

When we finished we walked over to Cindy's boat. The boat her husband help name the "Cindy Marie" I wonder where that name came from? We had drinks, it was relaxing something out of the norm. To me every little thing I turn and make it big. Did you know that you can also rent boats out here per hour? This information is good to know,  I told heather. The problem is whether you want it to be the two of you or a group. It's always hard to get a group because someone forgets to chip in.

We played truth or dare. Yes us playing truth or dare. I guess this game never gets to old. Being third to young that night I don't recall playing this game. I was always just dared to do things. One question that was asked was," did I ever have an embarrassing moment?" I don't remember being embarrassed. I was just always getting my feelings hurt. I'm not a shy person and don't really get in situations were I get embarrassed.  It was a tough question.

I'm going to share the story I shared that night. When I was in the sixth grade I had just gotten a brand new pair of LA Gear shoes. We lived in oak cliff and my mami had a chicken coop in our back yard. Our back yard was huge. I loved that house. We had chores to do after school like make sure the chickens had water and food. One day I came home from school and went straight to the chickens. I didn't change my clothes or shoes. Wanted to make sure the sooner I did it the better. I went to a junior high school that was known as a bad school. You would say the name and people just gave you that look. I remember that fights between races. I was a lucky one. I made friends no mater the color of their skin.

The next day I went to school. There was an odor in our class room. All the kids even me just brushed it off. As the day progressed the odor grew. We started pointing fingers to each other thinking it was the other person. We had two hours left to go when I realized it was me. You see since I didn't take off my shoes the day before I had managed to step in some chicken poop. I was what you call devastated. I went to the bathroom tried to clean it off. Took my shoes off and tried to rinse them but it helped a little. When I went back to class I now knew that everyone in the class room knew the smell was coming from me. I will never forget the moment when we had to stand in line to exit the class to exit the school when the kid in front of me turned to the kid behind me and did the most sweetest thing. They both said that if anyone opened their mouth to say something or made a bad gesture they were going to regret it.  All I remember is that they were both black kids and they were like my bodyguards. I never wore those shoes again for school. I had used my brand new shoes to now tend to the chickens.



We shared things on that boat that we will probably not talk about again. Sometimes I get surprised by the adventures we endure everyday by the people we meet. They help me form my path in life. You may learn the good with the bad. It's what you make of it. I choose to give everyone a chance I don't discriminate.

Friends if you ever get the opportunity to do something out of the norm go for it you will be surprised what comes out of that experience.

I loved sipping on some wine that chilly night on the Cindy Marie with my older group of girls. When the night is over it's back to our regular routine.