I was bored. My crinoline underskirt prickled my legs, but I pushed it down and arranged my hands in my lap, thinking about the weekend trip to the Oregon coast tide pools with my family. It was 1958, and in my Mutual class I was listening to the umpteenth lesson on the importance of chastity before marriage. I wasn’t bored because I thought that it didn’t apply to me or that I thought chastity was unimportant—I had just heard what I considered the same lesson taught again and again with the same wording in the same way. My fifteen-year-old brain […]
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