Third grade I experienced my first
real crush. She was a grade ahead
of me and every time we passed while
changing classes I would pull on
her hair or walk up and hold her
hand. She would giggle, blush, and
say boy stop as her eyes gleamed
encouraging. She was a cute
honey brown, reminding me of Penny
on the show “Good Times” with
her bright smile and deep quarter
size dimples. It’s through her that
I learned of my love for writing. It’s
to her that I penned my first
love letter, which I ended with do you
like me circle yes or no.