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them into true adventures. We used our imaginations; it was truly a magical time. Only on one particular such adventure, I was going to find out why girls and boys our dissimilar from one another, why it was Momma was so worried. I packed Abram and I up a picnic lunch. I had made it all by myself, which included a canteen full of water. At eight-thirty on that August day two weeks before school was to commence, I was going to get my answer.
     
                  Excitedly I knocked on Abram’s front door to retrieve him for the adventure I have planned out.
     
    Mrs. Balsam answered the door, smiling “Hello there dear, how are you this morning? Hana dear I have just baked a batch of oatmeal cookies. I know how much you love oatmeal cookies, here dear why don’t you have a cookie while there still warm, it sure is shaping up to be a nice day don’t you think! I suppose you are here to play with Abram. ”
     
                  “Hello Mrs. Balsam I am, Thanks I would love one of your cookies. I sure am. Mrs. Balsam seeing that it is such a nice day out, I just thought he would like to go play. My Momma let me make a lunch all by myself. I was really hoping that Abram and I could have a picnic today. I even made Abram his favorite sandwiches, and peach’s I picked from our tree this morning. I also brought you over a bag full for you and your family.”
     
                  “Well that was sweet of you, I just make a peach pie, seeing as you went to so much work, and you made his favorite sandwiches, how could I possibly say no to you Hana, you’re just the sweatiest! Well let me add some cookies to your picnic lunch, if that’s ok with you.”
     
    “That would be wonderful.”
     
    “But Hana dear, you’re going to have to come back in an hour or so. I am afraid he has to do all of his chores, before he is allowed to play. His Poppa needed something’s done, alright dear?”
     
                  “Ok, I’ll see you in a while.” Dragging my feet heavily as I left, I headed back to my place and waited it out in the living room, maybe pouting a smidge. A while later, there was a knock on the screen door, and there he was, smiling, and certainly excited to go play. Through the screen door, he enthusiastically talked to me, when he had spotted me on the cough.
     
    “I can go play now Hana, are you ready to go?”
     
                  “You bet I am!” I yelled so Momma could hear me, “Momma, Abram is here – we’re off to play now.”
     
                  Not coming out of the kitchen, she called back, “Ok dear you two have fun, but Hana dear please be careful, and for goodness sakes, stay out of trouble. And you be back by four, you hear me young lady! Not a minute later.”
     
                  “Yes Momma I will,”
     
                  Then I ran into the kitchen, and gave her a kiss on her cheek. And just like that, the two of us were skipping merrily off, happy as larks. At this point, Abram and Momma were none the wiser - just the way I had wanted it. And finally I was going to be unearthing the truth; curiosity was getting the best of me. I had the ideal spot to find out, quell my curiosity once and for all. There was a small pond, that was completely surrounded by a cornfield at this time of year. About a mile up the road from the house, off to the west. As it was a hot day, it was the ideal spot to set my plan into action, where the two of us could go cool off and swim.  I had never swum with a boy before, except Poppa of course, but that does not count.
     
                  We made our way through the soaring stalks of corn , which were at least four feet above the tops of our head; we were making a game of it, seeing if we could get ourselves semi-lost. The corn was so tall, it was not possible to see over; we ran as fast as we could through the field, Abram was much quicker runner than I was,