Contrary to popular belief and various other rumors, there WAS someone before my days of Crush Boy. I’ve been thinking a lot about first crushes lately…how they seem so important and new and exciting at the time, how they shape you and how they still with you, in your heart, long after you’ve jumped off the school yard swings.
His name was Spencer. He was my first crush. We were both in the same class for, I think, 1st, 2nd and 3rd grade. I was in love with him. Well, as in love as a seven-year-old could be, which means I probably would have given him my favorite crayon or my dessert if it meant he’d notice me. He had brown hair, a cute smile and seemed so nice. Notice seemed is the operative word here, as I was too ahy and timid back then to actually say anything to him.
We grew up, moved on (or at least I did), but he’s stayed with me. Those exhilirating feelings still bring a smile to my face. So Spencer W., if you’re reading this, thank you. I had some rockin’ times in elementary school thanks to you.
Moral: We all have a first crush, and it’s only after we grow up and look back that we can see in greater detail the ways that person changed our lives.
So who was your first crush? I’d love to hear your story.
P.S. Spencer and I are Facebook friends….and YES, he’s still a cutie.