I have not had very many significant others, but have “crushed” a lot. But to protect the innocent (and the not so much) I shall be using the pseudonyms’.
First up, Adam.
My preK love. Most of us had one, that childhood significant other. Ya know, your moms and dads joke that you are going to get married, that you “boyyyyfriend” is here etc etc. It’s all just a playful way of preparing you for the life of them embarrassing you in front of potential dates.
He lived near by and we went to kinder care together. He had very pretty brown eyes.
I used to chase him on the playground and try to get a kiss. He was rather unimpressed by my speed and instead used to grimace and try and shimmy away.
We used to play ghostbusters. Well, we tried. He would tell me how the girl had to answer the phones and I countered with the very mature stealing of his proton pack and demanding to kill ghosts.
His grandmother made the most beautiful sleeping beauty costume. It was passed on to my sister, and two cousins… but then his mom had to go and have a daughter and the free costume train stopped.
But back to Adam. Adam was adorable. He was good looking, funny, he had the best set of ninja turtle toys. We were best friends. He was Indian Jones to my sleeping beauty. We trick r treated together, rode bikes together… well, he rode, I would watch and then maybe try to lasso him, and generally provided a way for our mothers to have time off by dumping one of us at the others house.
Everything was all well and good until his family moved away. Not very far away mind you, just two neighborhoods over, but enough for us to go to different schools. Between that and that whole cooties thing our love was doomed.
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