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Happy Valentine’s Daily! Hope it’s romantic, enjoyable, and full of candy and crap like that!
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!
It was the summer between second and third grade. I was 7. My brothers and I had a sitter all summer long, but this sitter’s younger brother was around our age. Most of the summer was spent daring each other to touch the electric fence, climbing trees, attempting to make pottery by forming and drying clay in the sun, collecting aluminum cans for money ($5!), rolling huge tires down the hills of paved streets (which could have killed someone, and wasn’t even my first felony attempt by a long shot), and swimming in their pool. But for about two weeks, their cousin was there. She was also 7, just a month younger than me. Her father was American, and her mother was Italian. She was born in Italy. She was fiery – ostensibly like her mother. She was really cute. And I was totally smitten.
So one day, after some talking, we went behind the propane tank – this was a pretty rural area – and we each had our first kiss. It was fantastic. I’ll never forget it. 7 years old. My first real kiss. We also had our 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th real kisses.
Now, many years later, I’m married to a woman who was born in Italy. She’s fiery. She’s really cute. And I’m totally smitten.
To answer your question – no, it’s not the same girl. Wouldn’t that have been a cool story? Maybe… but I like the story that happened with my wife MUCH better. She’s my last crush.