Another Travelin' Song.
― I don't remember the first time I held hands with a boy...but I do remember the first time(s) I was propositioned to hold hands with a boy. ∙ I was only 12 (I think) and he was my neighbor. ∙ A few of us went to see The Village. (Yeah, that weirdo M Night Shyamalan movie...no, no, not that one, the other one.) ∙ We're watching Big Red run through the deceptive forest full of monsters, when my neighbor leans over to me and says, "Hey, do you want me to hold your hand?" [...].
