This story is true and written from personal experience. What I set down now is exactly how everything unfolded in 1973, at a time when the phenomenon of streaking began to be popular. I was living on Long Island in a small town. I was in my latter formative years , and nearing the start of high school, in my freshman year, after completing junior high (what is now called middle school).
It was summertime, and me and my friends (two girls and two boys) were hanging out at what was to be our new school in only two weeks’ time. We rode our bikes to its sports track and sat in the bleachers looking out at the track, empty of runners, and the road that bordered the field.
We talked about the prospect of the summer’s end, beginning school, how we’d be in class and the teacher’s we’d have – the same ones who had taught our brothers and sisters before us, so we knew which ones were good and which were bad.