In Kindergarten, I got a letter pinned to my back. I was only educated to the K level so I wasn't smart enough to know that I was in trouble, so I took it home, gleefully.It's contents where not as exciting. It seems that my teacher in her pious manner believed I talked too much and, get this . . .tried to kiss too many girls. . .
I don't remember any girls from kindergarten that I was in love with, for me it was strictly N.C.M.O. I remember two that where in love with me but for the protection of the innocent, and to avoid any unwanted libel suits, they shall remain unnamed.
I wasn't exactly a Casanova, but trying did help me learn from my mistakes. Here is the story of my first childhood crush. (other stories may follow, depending on demand and Wifee's consent)
Dawn was her name. I fell in "love" with her the first day of school. However, back then you couldn't find time to talk to girls, recess was too busy with Kick Ball and I couldn't tell her how I felt during lunch. It would take time away from eating and if I ate slower, it took time away from Kick Ball.
The good news is that Mrs. Ikahara, my teacher, must have known something and when we switched seats she put Dawn right next to me. It was on the back row, I can feel the sunshine coming in through the windows and shining on her golden locks. (insert your own "aahhh" here)
I would talk to Dawn all the time. For some reason my name ended up on the board more often than other names. Yet Dawn never really talked back to me as much. Is that stalking?
I didn't manage to get any digits out of this relationship, I just learned that I needed to be a better listener than a talker. (still working on the idea)
The highlight of the whole year was learning to Square Dance. (Perhaps the only dance I could ever do well. . .perhaps.) Somehow I managed to get her to be my partner. Oh, how I loved to dosey-doe my partner and it was my official hand holding first. She had small clammy hands, it was great.
So, what did I learn?. . .I liked girls, but not as much as kickball, and obviously other people need to talk more so my name doesn't look so lonely up their on the board.
8 comments:
How romantic...
My first crush , and kiss, was my mom's best friend's son. I was four. He kissed me in the back of my mom's station wagon (of course, our moms were in the front seat) and I thought it was slobbery and disgusting. I liked riding bikes and reading books WAY more than I liked him (and, especially, his kissing.)
hah! i'm not sure that i remember my first crush, but i do remember having to dance with chuck in the third grade and hating it. why'd i have to get chuck? he had sweaty hands and stepped on my feet a lot.
i wonder if dawn liked dancing with you?:)
i loved the part about kick ball and eating. boys and their priorities!
My first crush was in second grade. His name was Eddie Edwards(poor kid, how could his parents do that to him?) and we kissed by the outside drinking fountain. I remember when I told my mom we were going together, she said "where are you going?". I thought she was so dumb. little did I know.....
Michal- Seriously, the guys name was Chuck, what else did you expect.
Mo3- Soo jelous, never got to makeout in a stationwagon. . .I know what I am doing this weekend. . .
Diane- I always hated "going together, which seemed to evolve into going around when I was younger. I was like your Mom, I wonder where it originates from.
Mommy- Would that be why you always wanted to be in the 'back-in-the-back' of the station wagon (what we called the cargo area behind the second seat)???
Diane- I always had the same reaction when my children (or others of their generation) said they were 'going out'. Couldn't you just say you were 'dating'?
It changes from "going out" to "dating" when you get out of high school I think.
gma dibb-
I think that was one reason we all liked the back-in-the-back. :)
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