I had been talking to a friend recently about getting caught in compromising positions by my Dad. This happened a few times, often I was able to cover up what I was doing. This is one time I wasn't.

When I was 13 we moved to a new neighbourhood, a part of Burlington called Tyendega. I was upset, as I was no longer close enough to my friends that I could just hang out with them. Getting together either meant arranging a ride from my parents, or enduring an hour long bus ride, if I had the fare.

At the beginning of the summer, near the end of grade 9, I had a few friends over to my house. We were outside and noticed two boys about our age, wandering about the street. One of the girls, I don't remember which one, went out and talked to them, and made arrangements to meet them in the ravine up the road.

In a fit of nervous giggles, we all ran inside to check our hair and faces. I had started smoking by this time, but the girls I was with that day did not know this. Wanting to appear cool to these boys, I grabbed my cigarettes out from the back of the closet and showed them to my friends. 2 of the girls decided they did not like this, and stayed back swimming in our pool, while myself and the other 2 girls set off to walk up the hill to the ravine.

Once there, we found the boys, one was named Jason, and I cannot remember the other. Jason lived a few doors up from me, and was tall and good looking. Being that I was already pushing 6 feet tall at this point, I automatically gravitated towards him.

I was so inexperienced with boys. I had not even had my first boyfriend yet. I pulled out my smokes and offered one to him. He pulled out a lighter and lit them both for us. Jason and I were sitting on a rock while the other boy and my two friends stood off to the side.

After all of this time, I have no memory of what we talked about that day. Most likely it was just about school, music, and who we knew and didn't know. I do remember we discovered at that point that Jason attended the junior school down the road from my highschool. He had failed grade 8 and was finishing it for the 2nd time. We discussed the fact that his grade 8 graduation was coming up, and told him we would meet him that night.

There were a few meetings with Jason after that. He knew my parents often went out on Friday nights, and if we both were home, he'd drop by so we could sneak off and talk or share a hard to get cigarette.

One night, after summer holiday had begun, Jason decided to go for a swim. It was dark, so it must have been after 9 and our pool was quite secluded in our back yard. I was afraid to get into my bathing suit, so I sat on the side of the pool while he swam around.

Well it did not take too long before he was splashing me, soaking me from head to toe. I decided just to jump in with my shorts and tee-shirt.

We had a great time, goofing around, dunking each other, throwing each other in the pool. I was worried that the neighbours might get upset at the noise, but I shrugged it off. This was the most fun I had ever had with a boy and I did not want it to end.

I remember so badly wanting to get Jason to kiss me. A few times he would grab me, and stop for a minute, looking very intently at me, but then he would smile a goofy smile and wrestle me into the water.

I don't know how we started pulling at each others clothes, but it became a game to try and get the others shorts down, and he seemed determined to free me of my t-shirt. It was so dark, seeing things under the water was impossible, and it really was just a childish game. At least I didn't see anything wrong with it. I was wearing a sports bra under my tee shirt and knew if he got my shirt, he would not see anything he shouldn't. He was wearing the shorts he had come in, and I could tell he had underwear on.

Wanting to get closer to him, still hoping for that first kiss, I chased Jason as he ran out of the pool. No sooner did I catch him, that he was working my arms out of my shirt. Laughing, I turned and jumped into the pool, and as I did, I felt the shirt slip over my head. He had got me!

I went under the water and came up it a fit of giggles. I was about to grab his ankle, when I noticed the look on his face. He was standing by the edge of the pool, my t-shirt hanging limply at his side. He was looking towards the gate to my yard, which was behind me, eyes wide in fear, as he slowly leaned towards me, and without looking right at me, and handed me back my shirt. I turned around, to see my father standing there, a look of horror on his face, my mother right behind him.

"What the hell is going on here..." He said.

"Dad, my shirt came off by accident....We were only playing around" I could tell my words had no effect on him.

"Get in the house" he said.

I grabbed my shirt from Jason, whispered sorry in his direction, an high tailed it in the back door. I grabbed a towel and ran up to the room that faced the pool, keeping the lights off to not be seen. Standing there in the dark I had full view of my Dad standing in front of Jason, hands on his hips, looking very stern. Poor Jason was obviously painfully uncomfortable. Shifting from one foot to the other, hands behind his back, staring at the ground, I knew he would rather be anywhere but there at that moment.

Tears were running down my face, I felt horrible for putting Jason in this situation. I could hear my Dad lecturing him, and although I don't remember what was said, I know I was horrified.

I watched as Jason grabbed his things and went out the back gate. I wanted so bad to run after him, tell him how sorry I was, make sure he didn't hate me. But I knew that was a bad idea.

After that, I cannot remember what happened. I am sure I received a lecture from either my mom or dad, but I don't remember the details. I know for weeks after I was heartsick. Jason no longer came by on Friday nights, and the few times I saw him outside, he would hardly say hello.

But of course, being 14, it did not take long before another boy came along, another drama unfolded. Soon I only saw Jason on the bus, he went to another highschool, but we had the same bus route. About half way through the school year he was sitting in the bus seat behind me and put gum in my hair. I then came to the conclusion he was just a silly boy, not worth my time at all.