Reply #25: His name was Chris [View All]

[Cheswick2.0]

He and the other boys in third grade at my new school made cootie catchers out of popsicle sticks. If they chased you on the play ground and picked your cooties then you knew that they liked you. I think because I had long blond hair to my waist and wore mini skirts (and because boys that age have to do everything alike) almost all the boys in my class like me and chased me.

I only had eyes for Chris. He was blond, cute and funny. Sometimes I let him catch me in the woods at the end of the school yard and then I would let him kiss me.
He moved away the next year to a town 10 miles away and I never saw him again. I did call him on the phone several times but stopped when he told me he had a new girlfriend.