Old witch, fell in a ditch, picked up a penny and thought she was rich!
We had to annoy her by whizzing a pebble into her flowers or by yelling a dirty word, then dancing away from her rage, reveling in our youth and mocking her age. I cursed and spat on the ground-my favorite gesture of phony bravado. "Old witch, fell in a ditch, picked up a penny and thought she was rich!"
I did not join the merriment when the kids gathered again under the oak in our bare yard. Suddenly I was ashamed, and I did not like being ashamed. The child in me sulked and said it was all in fun, but the woman in me flinched at the thought of the malicious attack attack that I had led.
I scrambled to my feet and just stood there and stared at her, and that was the moment when childhood faded and womanhood began. People think of the loss of innocence as meaning the loss of virginity, but this is far from true. Innocence involves an unseeing acceptance of things at face value, an ignorance of the area below the surface.