First Love

His brown eyes, that shock of slightly uncontrollable dark sandy-colored hair, his deep tan, the shy smile. He was irresistible.

He was an outdoorsman, favoring construction work with his yellow dump truck and fire-engine-red shovel in the newly excavated plot of land across the road from his house and catty-corner from mine.

His name was Teddy, and we were pretty much inseparable the year I was five. I’d rather play with Teddy than any of the girls on our street.

How I looked forward to our starting school together the next fall.

Then, in early January, Teddy had a birthday. I went to the party. And cried my heart out. Teddy was six and I was still five. That could mean only one thing. Six-year-olds went to school. Five-year-olds did not. Teddy would start school without me. I was sure of it.

I couldn’t bear it.

No, Mother assured me. No, Daddy agreed. No, certainly not, chimed in Teddy’s mom. She was older—even wore her hair in a bun. Surely, she could be believed. It was hard to understand their logic, but finally I was convinced. Teddy and I would begin our school journey together, they promised. We could continue walking down life’s path side by side.

Teddy and I share a moment at his sixth birthday party.

And once again, all was right with the world.

(Post Script: Alas, our family moved out of state in late spring. Teddy and I did not start school together, after all. Life is so unpredictable!)

6 thoughts on “First Love

    • Glad there’s still something recognizable, Ginger! There is a whole other story about Teddy. We moved back to Florence a little more than a year later and who should I find in my second grade class? Right–Teddy. When I told some of my new friends that he was my ‘old’ boyfriend, they didn’t believe me so I said I’d prove it by kissing him 100 times. That day at recess I chased him all over the playground and landed my hundred kisses, a few each time I caught up with him. He never spoke to me again.(But I stalked him on the internet recently and found out he still lives in Florence, married with a couple of grown children. Guess he found someone more to his liking to kiss him. 😉

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