I Like Getting Wet Fully Clothed

When I was seven or so it was a hot summer day. I was dressed in a white cotton t shirt and shorts. My mother would have killed me if I got my clothes wet, she hated to do laundry and she hated ironing. Back in those days cotton clothes had to be ironed so all of my casual and play clothes were some synthetic fabric, but the t shirts in those days were all cotton. I was walking down the street to visit my grandmother and the next-door neighbor had one of those oscillating sprinkler and it was spraying across the sidewalk. I walked right through it and got half soaked. It felt fantastic so I walked back through it. Now I was completely soaked, and my clothes were all wet and clinging to me giving me a big wet hug. I continued my walk walking through every sprinkler on the way. I knew when I got to my grandmother’s I’d have to come up with some explanation as to why I was soaking wet. When I arrived, she was sitting on the front steps watering the lawn with a hose. When she saw me all wet, she sprayed ME with the hose and said “Well, come on if you’re going to get wet” and I ran back and forth as she continued to keep me soaked with the hose. After about half a hour she told me to go upstairs and take a bath, I had spare clothes at her house, and then we’d go out to lunch. Not wanting to waste the opportunity I got in the tub still clothed and enjoyed the best bath I ever had!