Wednesday, December 28, 2011

First Love


First love.  They say you never forget it.  For his sake, I hope he has.


Robin.  With his wavy blond hair and thick black glasses.  He sat in the desk behind me.  I guess there was something about my brown pixie cut and blue cat eyed frames that made his heart go pitter patter.


He would pass me notes-several a day.  They always said the same thing.  Do you love me?  Yes or No.  Please check one of the boxes.  And every day I would stick them inside my desk and pretend I hadn’t gotten them.


Maybe it was persistence on his part, or maybe it was curiosity on mine, but whatever it was, one day I boldly checked the box next to Yes and passed the note back.   I could tell Robin was elated.  At recess, he shyly held my hand.  And a few days later, he  presented me with a couple of presents.  A Hot Wheels car, and a gold heart on a chain.  With a pearl in the center.  Poor Robin.  If he had only just given me the car.  I wasn’t so sure about this love business.


Robin had a friend.  Brian.  Brian sat next to me.  He had dark brown hair, freckles, and 20/20 vision as far as I could tell.  He started passing me notes-making his bid to “steal me away.”  His notes were direct.  To the point.  Kiss Here.  A wet spot on the paper, circled in pencil.


I guess I kind of liked that caveman approach.  I lost my heart to Brian.  Poor Robin was as forgotten as that necklace he’d given me.  Even with the pearl in the center.


Third graders can be so cruel.

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I’m reposting some of my favorites from this past year.  This one still makes me smile.  I sometimes wonder about poor Robin.

7 comments:

  1. I love this little story. It brings back memories of my own small grade school romances. I had cat's eye glasses, a new pair every year in fact!

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  2. A story that deserves reposting! Love the Hot Wheels car gift. You could go a long way with that...

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  3. Ah...I remember those notes and those days. One of my love notes where I had checked, "Yes, I do love you" found its way into my fourth grade teacher's hands. I still remember him reading it in the lunch line. I couldn't eat lunch that day since I was sick to my stomach, thinking I was going to get in trouble for passing notes. He never said a word to me.

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  4. Aahh the good ole days of notes. I wonder if the kids text only these days. And isn't it funny how we always fall for the cowboys Valerie-the poor Robins! What a great idea to go through your archives!

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  5. Mary, I truly believe it's hard for a boy to resist a gal in those cat eye's:) I think I sat on mine eventually-and unfortunately:)

    Lisa-I thought the Hot Wheels was pretty cool. I guess I should have appreciated Robin more. I still wonder if his mom took him shopping to buy me those presents-and that thought breaks my heart a little:)

    Melissa-you poor dear! What a wise teacher to let it go without saying anything. You are like me in that you sort of punished yourself with your upset tummy:)

    Kim-texting wouldn't be the same, would it! I still clearly remember the wet spit covered spot on that paper;) And I still can't believe how much I wrote this year-for someone who never considered herself to be a writer!

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  6. I love that the necklace was too much - I totally get that.

    And guys like Brian always win ;)

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  7. Happy New Year's Cam! I appreciate you more than you can every know:) Have a wonderful 2012!!

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