I'm pretty sure I could still twist...
my spine out of alignment!
Maybe I could twist mine back
into alignment.
Me and my cousin, Jana, were swimming at a public pool at a big park when we heard this announcement - a Twist Party in the rec-room in 10 minutes. She begged me to take her, so we threw on our dry clothes and went over there.
She was 11, I was 12, and everyone else there was from the high school that hosted this shindig. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, our bathing suits had soaked through our clothes and neither of us knew how to do the twist. But Jana was all excited, so we stayed.
When the music started, I knew nobody was gonna ask Jana to dance, so I did. I just did my best to do what the guy dancing next to us did. I twist to the left and twist to the right, bent my knees while I twist down and raised one foot while I twist back up, and all while my cold, wet swim trunks yanked on my preteen pubes and pinched my little-man pouch. And that just got worse and worse until, by the end of the song, it was borderline unbearable.
And that was just the first dance! I started scanning the room for a guy who looked like he'd be willing to dance with Jana if I slipped him the 2 bucks I had in my pocket.
Fortunately for my privates, Jana said she wanted to leave. I wasn't about to debate it, but I did ask her why. I thought my goofy attempt at the twist embarrassed her. But that wasn't it at all.
She said, "Because I'm the only girl here who doesn't have boobs yet."
I didn't tell Jana I was glad we left, and I surely wasn't going to explain why, but we comforted each other on the walk home.
