Memory #207

When I was twelve, we went hiking in Yosemite. One of my brothers had brought a Hardy Boys book along, which was kind of surprising since neither one of them liked to read all that much. They even had the book out of the knapsack as they hiked, and they were snickering about it together. "What?" I asked. "What is so funny?" Still laughing together, they held it out to me so I could see the chapter title: The Big Boner. "So what?" I asked again. "What is a boner?" Laughing uproariously now, they took off down the trail without me, to catch up with our parents. When my mom came back the trail to tell me to walk faster I asked her what a boner was. I oould tell she was uncomfortable and didn't want to answer, but she told me anyway. I was kind of shocked and disturbed and spent the rest of the vacation with a mind full of pictures I did not really want to be seeing.