Little Brothers and "Dirty Magazines"

Our Pastor's wife has just posted on her post about getting a magazine in the mail wrapped in brown paper, she had ordered a Journal of Christian Nursing and got a Journal on Genital Disease. It reminded me of a story.

When I was growning up, my sister was ten years older than me and then the three boys down the road, the Fulton boys, were 2, 4 and 6 years younger than me. Of course, this is Jon, Grant and Jason. They were the closest things to brothers I ever had. Grant's birthday was in February, and there have been many memories randomly popping in my head. Reading Melissa's post brought back the day when 3 or 4 of my friends were at my house and we were all laying on the bed and floor in my room looking at "Seventeen". Grant had came down for a visit--we did that a lot growing up, I lived at their house that much too. Anyway, Grant went home and told his mom he was looking at dirty magazines at my house. And as any good mom would do, Grant's mom, aka Nanny Fulton, called my mom. Okay, so to a 15 year old girl, looking at bras and underwear in a magazine ad isn't a big deal but to an 11 year old boy---- (from then on, I hid my magazines from him!) then there was the time we were skating in my garage, my mom had put up black lights and a disco ball and all that- Grant was the first one to point out that all of us girls were wearing white shirts and that you could see our bras right through them. He was definately the life of most of my parties- Man, I miss him but I am sure glad I have all those great and funny memories.