True story about my first glimpse of real, live, early 70s boobs the summer before I turned 11.
I was a paperboy on my route one day (very small town in SD), and one of my sister’s friends (~16) was washing her car in the driveway. Jody was a pretty lass, barefoot and dressed in cut-offs and a halter top, so I stopped my bike to say hi. I surprised her, and she quickly stood up. Her halter top was the type that tied around her neck, but it came untied and quickly fell down because it was wet. It took her a second or two to drop her hose and sponge and turn around, so I got a good look. It changed my life.
I told my sister about this decades later, and she told Jody at their 20-year reunion. She laughed because she remembered that glorious summer day.
Jody didn’t live to see her 40th birthday, though. She was driving north on a rural highway just before sundown with her visor flipped down over her side window. She had her Walkman headphones on and didn’t see or hear the eastbound train.