Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 16:33:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: danrl1099@yahoo.com
Subject: At the Cabin 2

I woke up the next day in complete comfort.  There was a nice breeze
blowing through the window.  I was snuggled in my bed clinging to my
blanket.  I had to pee really bad though.  My small boner was straining
against the pressure.

I daydreamed for as long as I could until I basically had to sprint outside
to pee.  I could have used the bathroom, but the door leading outside was
much more convenient.  Not to mention, I don't think I could have pushed my
boner down enough to reach the toilet!

I finally finished peeing in the grass that I was sure to be ordered to mow
that day.  I bounded up the stairs to the kitchen to find my parents
talking to another couple at the kitchen table.  I waved hi and looked for
breakfast.  Which was going to consist of cold cereal and juice.

The people my parents were talking to were the renters next door.  They
looked to be a younger couple, or a not so old couple in my mind.  Maybe in
their 30's.

I ate my cereal at the counter and listed to their conversation.  My dad
and the other guy were having their own conversation about the weather, the
lake, boats, and other things.  My mom and the other lady were talking
about gardening, flowers, and other things that I didn't care about.

I guess I should step back a bit and tell you a bit about my parents.  My
Dad, whose name is John (same as me), but everybody calls both of us Jack,
is a good guy to me.  For sure, he isn't the prototypical Dad.  He is
Sixty-something and retired.  He is tall and pretty skinny.  He has dark
hair that has turned pretty grey since I was a little kid.  He worked his
ass off his whole life.  Mainly to have a nice home to retire to with my
mom, who I know he really loves, and to provide for my 5 older brothers and
sisters education.  I know I was a surprise kid, but they never let me feel
like I was a mistake or anything like that.  Especially my Dad.  He
traveled a lot for his work, but when he was home, he always made time to
do things with me.  Things that I liked.  Not things that I think he would
rather do.  He was ex-military too, and was a total man's man.  My other
two brothers were really into sports and were really popular in high-school
I imagined.  They were way older than me, so I really could only imagine
what it was like for them in school.  But I was more into science and
history and things like that.  So our outings were going to Museums and art
shows and the like.  We did share several things together, however.  We
both liked fishing, and going on walks up north.  We also liked to golf
together.  At a young age, I was always a good golfer, and my Dad really
encouraged me to pursue that.

My mom, Kathie, was a person that everybody liked.  She was gentle and
loved family first and foremost.  She was the first to volunteer for
anything for the church or school.  I think she liked that I was more into
schoolwork rather than sports.  When all of my other brothers and sisters
were gone to school, we developed a real bond while my Dad was out of town
on business trips.  She helped me with my schoolwork when I came home, and
we had many a night with just the two of us, from a very young age for me.
She catered to me for dinner in those times.  She would make dinner of
things that she knew I liked.  It wasn't pizza every night, but it was more
like she knew I hated beets or broccoli, so she would make beans or corn
for the vegetable.  She was strict in her way.  But I know I didn't have to
try and be somebody who I wasn't with her, or my dad for that matter.

Many times, people asked my parents if I was their Grandchild.  Which I
guess was a reasonable question.  I mean, my parents were older and I was
really young.  I think that is probably why I was the only kid to go to
Catholic elementary school.  Everybody in the church knew our family, so
maybe they didn't have to worry about people asking them about that.  Up
north, there wasn't any Catholic elementary school, not to mention a
Catholic Middle School.  But I wasn't thinking about that now.

-

When there was a lull in their conversations, I kindoff blurted out "Is the
kid that I saw on the dock yesterday your son?"

Everybody at the table turned their heads and looked at me like I asked if
the Virgin Mary really was a Virgin?  I just looked at them with a reverse
look as to why this would be a weird question.

The lady who was talking to my mom said this.  "Jack, yes, he is our son.
His name is Jimmy.  He said he saw you yesterday, but?. He is a bit
different than you."  A million things ran across my mind then.  Was he
like slow?  Was he a vampire?  Was he one of those guys who a combination
of a person and bigfoot?

She said.  "Do you know what Autistic is?"

I nodded my head.  I didn't totally know what it meant, but I knew that it
meant that he was probably really smart, like really smart, but had some
other issues too.

"Jimmy is borderline autistic and he is really afraid of meeting new
people."  "I think you might have scared him a little when you came over to
our dock".  I thought about that a bit and thought that in reality it was
our dock, but I guess if they were renting the place, it was their dock.

I felt bad though.  I didn't mean to scare anybody.  I was just trying to
be nice.  I really only had a few friends up here, and they all lived
several miles away.  I would only get to see them when my parents drove to
those towns.  We would go to middle school together though, but that was
months away.

-

"Dad, do you think I am a normal son?"  I asked my dad when we were on a
golf cart together.

"What do you mean Jack?"  "What is normal" He asked me back.

"I dunno.  I mean Joe and Tom played football and baseball and stuff, and
they are older.  I just wonder if I am like a normal son, like them."  I
replied.

He told me this "You are you.  I don't compare you to your brothers or
sisters.  You are different from them.  The only difference between you and
them is that they are older than you."  "Jackie, you have your whole life
ahead of you.  Ever since you were born, myself and your mom have tried so
hard to make sure everything is normal for you."

I didn't know what to say except "Thanks Dad!".  Then I hit my drive super
hard and super out of bounds!  My dad just laughed and tossed me another
ball.

-

When we got back to the house, which was late in the day, my Mom had dinner
ready and we sat down to eat.  But before we sat down, we had guests.  The
two people from before and their son Jimmy.

I made it a point to sit down last so I was sitting next to Jimmy.  He
seemed so nice, but really uncomfortable.  I knew he knew who I was, but it
was different tonight.  His parents were there, so he couldn't run off like
he did before.

My mom made some kind-off meatloaf thing.  It really wasn't very good.  But
the sides were good.  Had cucumbers soaked in vinegar, corn on the cob, and
potato salad.  So it was easy to eat just eat a little of the icky meatloaf
and fill up on the other stuff.

Jimmy was more relaxed during dinner than I thought he would be.  Probably
because his parents were there.

After dinner, I suggested to Jimmy that we go down to the dock and see if
there were any fish down there.  He agreed, to our parents delight.
Probably so they could have some adult drinks and such.

-

We walked down to the lake in silence.  I felt weird about that because I
am a pretty outgoing person, but I didn't want to scare Jimmy.

When we got to the dock, we both took off our socks and shoes and let our
feet dangle in the water and let the little perch nip at our feet.  Jimmy
thought it was funny, but I thought it was normal.

I tried to break the silence of the whole thing.  "Jimmy, don't you think
it is funny that our parents are so far apart in age?"  He just looked at
me.

"I mean, we are the same age, but our parent's are like from a different
generation".  Still, a blank stare.

I don't know why I did it, but I did.  I grabbed his hand while we were
sitting together.  Jimmy didn't pull away or anything.  We had our hands
grasped together for at least 30 minutes.  It was so cool communicating
with another person just with touch.  Two guys just watching the sunset
holding hands.  How cool is that.


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