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.
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!
ReplyDeleteA story that deserves reposting! Love the Hot Wheels car gift. You could go a long way with that...
ReplyDeleteAh...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.
ReplyDeleteAahh 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!
ReplyDeleteMary, 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:)
ReplyDeleteLisa-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!
I love that the necklace was too much - I totally get that.
ReplyDeleteAnd guys like Brian always win ;)
Happy New Year's Cam! I appreciate you more than you can every know:) Have a wonderful 2012!!
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