Itch

Remember “The Seven Year Itch?” No, of course you don’t. You’re much to young to remember that. The reason I ask is that I’ve been thinking about things that itch lately. Insect bites, wanderlust, the newest iPhone. All those itches in your life that you want to relieve. Does it do any good to relieve an itch? Is it a solution, or does something else start to nag at you immediately afterwards?

Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “itch.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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  1. When she was very, very young she could not understand why the older boys in the neighborhood called the small movie house “The Itch.” On Saturday afternoons all the kids would line up at the box office hoping to spend the entire afternoon watching The Three Stooges, Bud Abbott & Lou Costello, and black and white Westerns. So now you must know how long ago this was! We’d all share huge buckets of greasy buttered popcorn and chocolate candy bars. The girls would be silly and giggle an awful lot. The older boys would throw stink bombs down the aisle until the usher would reprimand them. A long, long time later she finally realized they called the movie house “The Itch” because of the fabric on the seats in the theatre which were itchy. The boys also liked to tease the girls that there were probably nasty little bugs lurking in the upholstery waiting to take a bite of their soft pink young arms. The girls’ imaginations always got carried away and they would begin to scratch the imagined bite marks. Why is it boys always like to tease girls? Must be something in the testosterone?

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