Playground Love

Let's go on another trip down memory lane.  I am in 6th grade, right around 11 or 12 years old.  It's a sunny day and I am enjoying outside recess at Farmdale Elementary School.  I am hanging with my usual group of friends, doing our usual sixth grader nonsense.  The circumstances leading up to this moment are a bit fuzzy, but I had a crush on a boy I had known since 2nd grade...Randy Kreider.  Next thing I know, I have kicked Randy in his testicular region and he is rolling around on the ground.  I do the natural, I just kicked my friend, the boy I like in the family jewels-thing to do...I RAN...FAST!  Once I see Randy is once again upright, I send a friend to ask him a very simple question, "Will you go out with me".  Word returns to me in just a short bit, Randy has said "YES".

Hot dog!  I have my very first boyfriend...unless you count Kenny, who was 16 when I was 5.  Kenny was a family friend in his tight blue jeans with his white T-shirt and his pack of cigarettes rolled into the left sleeve.  He had long brown hair that was feathered like one of Charlie's Angels.  I used to impress him with my lightning bug catching skills.  He never gave me the time of day...but we had something special.

So I have my very first real boyfriend.  The bell rings, signalling the end of recess has arrived, I return to my classroom, sit at my desk and the feeling of dread comes over me.  I got sweaty and nauseas.  I scan the room, find my trusty messenger girlfriend, and tell her to send another message to Randy.  Tell him, "It's over, I break up with him".

The minute I saw the deed was done, my stomach untied from its knots and my body returned to it's more normal temperature.

And that's the story of my first boyrfriend.