The Daily Prompt asks: Remember your first crush? Think about that very first object of your affection. Oh, the sweaty palms. The swoony feeling in your stomach. Tell us the story of your first crush. What was it about this person that made your heart pound? Was the love requited? Change the names to protect the guilty or innocent if you must! No judgement here. Happy Valentine’s Day!
He had red hair and freckles and was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. His name was Andy Keen and we were in the same first grade class together. I was six, and although I was too young to really comprehend what romantic love was, I spent hours gazing at him across the classroom.
My family lived in a cozy neighborhood in Oakville, Ontario. Back in those days it was safe for kids to play in their front yard and wander back and forth to the neighbors. On my way home one afternoon, I saw a white bunny rabbit hopping down the middle of the street. I was elated. I had been asking for a pet rabbit but couldn’t have one due to allergies. I scooped up the bunny and took him home. I named him Thumper and was allowed to temporarily set him up in our home until we found his owner. As fate would have it, his owner was Andy Keen. At the tender age of six, I took that as a sign that we were meant to be together!
At Show And Tell the next day, Andy was at the front of the class expounding on the traumatic events his pet bunny experienced as a runaway on the hard streets of Oakville. During his emotional tale, I was overcome by desire. I ran to the front of the class and kissed him on the cheek in front of the entire class. I’m not sure whose cheeks burned hotter with embarrassment, but I took off like a shot out the classroom door and left Andy standing in front of the whole Grade One class, mouth gaping open, completely speechless.
Our love affair was short-lived. Andy was mortified after the Show and Tell episode and made every effort to run the other way when he saw me coming. I hope his therapy was brief and inexpensive. 🙂