This week at module meeting, since it's Valentine's Day this week, we each told the story of our first crush. Mine was a boy I had known for most of my life. Our moms were friends, our sisters were friends. We went to the library together every week, we played at Taco Bell afterwards together. We played war. We played with American Girl dolls (I think). We played house. We swung, we ran, we buried a poor dead bug. We had some of the most glorious summer days together. And one day, in my backyard on our swingset monkeybars, he kissed me. On the forehead. I probably thought we were going to get married. Ah, how life changes. =)
Anyone willing to share their story?
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