Joyanna Adams

Nobody's Opinion

Destorying the Innocent, Destoring Future Happiness: The Education of Your Children

Nobody Wins

His name was Chris Lambert. I remember how soft his hand felt when he reached over to hold my hand. My heart was racing so hard, I could hear it beat.  Did the teachers see? Could it be true? As we sat in our fold-up chairs watching the movie in the school auditorium, I remember looking up, because the world had stopped in time. We were watching the story of Christmas, a school favorite, “The Littlest Angel” …(imagine that, in a public school no less) and as I looked up, I saw an angel in the snow on the screen,  and a little drummer boy…playing to baby Jesus.The littlest angel

I’ve loved Christmas ever since. I had never seen snow before in real life, but it sure looked pretty.

At that very moment Chris reached over and placed something in my hand. It was the cross he wore around his neck. He wore that cross every day. It was given to him by his father who was the town minister.   He wanted me to take it. “I can’t,  I said. “You’re father gave you that.”

“Yes, It’s okay.  I want you to go steady with me.” he whispered.

I was…everything you are in the first moment of love…ecstatic. We were…going steady! Somebody loved me! The magic of the moment is to this very day, is still embedded in my deepest of hearts.

I held his hand in my right, his beautiful cross in my left. I have never been as nervous ever again in my lifetime, as I was at that moment. It was a moment right out of every Hallmark movie ever written, except…… I was five. So was Chris.

And what’s even more amazing, is I remember worrying that the teachers might not want us to hold hands. After all, in an auditorium of the whole grade school, (about 400 kids) we were the only two holding hands.  There were teachers all around us….watching. Did they see? Yes—- they did. But, they did nothing. They looked, and walked away. To them, it was simply sweet.Heidi and Pater

Back then, teachers were actually, smart.

Back then, kids weren’t suspected of sexual harassment. Back then, children’s love was innocent. Back then, teachers were adults.  I remember a few of them whispering and smiling. No doubt, a precious memory for them too.

It was my first encounter with love. It made such a big impression on my heart that to this day, I think most all men are wonderful.  Everyone loved Chris. It was all that was meant to be between a young girl and a young boy. We were the deepest of friends.  We never kissed.  Just held hands.

That first romance set my heart to love comes first over sex for the rest of my life.  Love is everything.

Chris was, to my little five-year-old mind, my hero.  Everyone talked about Chris in our little grade school. He wore sepplhosen shorts—-brown suede, leather Swiss pants, with beautiful embroidered halter straps. And he wore them every single day, in winter. It was all of 50 degrees outside, and the kids thought he was crazy, but he was never cold, because he had moved to Naples, Florida, from Alaska.  To the rest of us, he seemed invincible to the cold which made him…pretty cool.

And yes, the fact that he was from a godly family meant a lot to me. Even at five, I was very close to God. I didn’t know what God looked like, but I knew he was special.

Looking back, on this cold winter’s night, I bet some of those teachers got the biggest kick out of us little lovers holding hands.Just like I got a big kick out of my young son’s first love.  I took this picture while my son and I were walking his neighbor girl pal home one day. She was just one of his many buddies. They walked ahead of me, and then out of the clear blue sky, she turned to him, grabbed his hand, and said—-img008

“Brett, you’re my HERO!” as loud as she could, with that big beautiful smile you see here on her face. And then, she kept saying it all the way up the street.

“I know.” Brett replied.

It was the cutest thing, precious really, so I took this picture of them both.

(Okay, I got a kick out of the confidence of my son also, but he said it with a big smile. There he is picking her a flower. )

And here’s the point: When adults reprimand the natural feelings of love that children have of each other, they spoil the trust and friendship that needs to be developed when they get older. They need to trust each other and that starts when they are young. The teachers of today are teaching that all touching is sex. And they don’t even know what sex is yet.

They are really screwing up love, and trust, which leads to marriage. What the hell is wrong with them?

By now, everyone knows about the little boy who got expelled from school for kissing some girls hand. And to put insanity onto it, they called it sexual harassment.

This is feminist indoctrination 101.

It’s made national news, and the smart kid is having fun with it. Obviously, he’s bored, and he really liked this little girl. So —-A kiss on the hand.  The reason kids do this stuff, means they see their parents love for each other.  And they imitate it. They are imitating love. Not sex. That’s a good thing. More young boys should kiss girl’s hands. This teaches the whole school that ‘boys’ are not to be trusted.

My god.

The school system is out to change all that. There is no love, only sex.

But hey, I’m not worried about the kids. There will always be that first love at five. It’s just a shame that more people don’t stand up to the idiots we are paying to NOT BRAINWASH OUR KIDS—Just because you’re screwed up with leftist feminist bull-crap, doesn’t mean you have a right to destroy our children!

It took my husband to worry me more: “I bet if that kid had kissed a ‘boys’ hand, he would not have been expelled.”

Somebody tell that kid he needs to add that line to his defense.

December 11, 2013 - Posted by | education, feminist, Life, Uncategorized | , ,

4 Comments »

  1. Where were all these Puritans during Clinton’s
    rebranding of sex/not sex.

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    Comment by Yesido | December 12, 2013 | Reply

  2. What a beautiful memory, Joy. I must have told you of Mary Moriarty, 6 years old, who took my hand when I was five. I wasn’t her hero but she had come for the smartest kid in the class (infants, first, pre-‘real’ school) to take to the Junior school. Promotion !! She smiled to me. I can’t recall any words. I loved her too ! Heck I can see her face and long blond pigtail now. It went down to the small of her back.

    The war on our civil world and the ordinary, fine people in it, is being waged on all Fronts, even in the schools. I mention this here, and what is needed: http://parzivalshorse.blogspot.com.au/2013/12/the-front-line.html

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    Comment by Amfortas | December 11, 2013 | Reply

    • Funny, how small kids know without a doubt, the natural order of things. Aren’t these memories grand? Thanks for sharing the girl in the pig-tail…:)

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      Comment by Joyanna Adams | December 11, 2013 | Reply


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