Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 19:50:39 EST
From: TheFoolOnTheHill@goplay.com
Subject: Memories of Young Love - Prologue

Disclaimer: This story will (in these or other chapters) contain graphic
descriptions of two (or possible more) minor boys engaged in sexual
activities. It may also describe some of the characters involved in various
illegal activities, such as doing drugs. I neither encourage nor discourage
such activities. If any of this offends you and/or is illegal for view to
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		Memories of Young Love - Prologue

I look around me, a sky white and waving about my eyes, trees glazed in
freshly fallen snow, fractils of ice sparkling about, beauty, life and
color flowing freely through every inch of my magic little world. And
though it pales in comparison to the liveliness and beauty of the boy next
to me, my best friend (boyfriend?), I still find it quite awe inspiring. I
glance over at my friend Kenny, the aforementioned boy, and from the look
on his face I can see he's thinking the same thing I am. No words
exchanged, I just know it and so does he. So we both scramble backwards,
rushing to make a snowball as quickly as possible with thick gloves and
numb hands and proceed to throw them at each other.

"Wow, mad trails on that snowball."

In case a waving sky and trails didn't tip you off, we had both taken a
couple hits of acid, and were enjoying our trip out in the snow. We had
walked out to a nearby golf course, with a fairly big hill, used as a
driving range, that we could go sledding on. Fortunately it was fairly
early so we had the hill all to ourselves. After throwing a couple more
snowballs we both sit back down in the snow, just enjoying the visuals
until we feel like walking up the hill again. Although both of us are
feeling even more energetic than usual from the cid, the hill was fairly
steep and combined with a good foot of snow was a fairly tiring climb.

As we're sitting there I start thinking a lot, as I usually do when I
trip. About my life, me and Kenny and what we've built together, how we've
changed so little yet so much.  Perhaps it's foolish for people to say love
conquers all, but right now I'd like nothing more than to be that fool. I
do, though, think it is kinda sad that drugs have had to have such a big
role in all of this, but I guess it's better than not having it all. I
suppose it would be nice to blame that on society, for instilling in us
unnecessary inhibitions and fears that we could never seem to overcome on
our own, but it seems such and abstract thing to blame, it's just the way
things are and it'll never be perfect. We can't change what's already
happened so I guess sometimes we just have to let it be.

I'm suddenly pulled out of my thinking daze, when Kenny grabs me and starts
pulling me as he starts running towards the top of the hill. We make it to
the top of the hill, and Kenny lays down the one plastic sled we brought.
We both get in and push ourselves off the hill. About half way down the
hill I, for whatever reason, decide to grab Kenny and flip both of us out
of the sled, resulting in him laying face-up in the snow with me hovering
over him. I look into his eyes and smile, 'He looks so innocent' I think
'But are we really still innocent, or has our love come at the cost...'
Though I was lost in thought before I was able to, Kenny knew perfectly
well my purpose for knocking us off the sled, and again interrupts my train
of thought, this time with a long, passionate kiss.

I would continue this story, but it is many years off, this story begins
many years ago.  Hidden away in my memories, our memories. And that is the
story I will now unfold.

"You and I have memories, longer than the road that stretches out ahead"

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Sorry this chapter was pretty short, but it was just meant to be a
prologue, to get my initial ideas for the story out before I forgot
them. I'll try to write more soon.

Written 12-28-00 by The Fool On The Hill

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