*First Love

The first time I fell in love was in 2nd grade. It wasn’t really love, it was more of a crush at that age. At that time I was going to Latimer Elementary School in Campbell. The name of the Girl I had a crush on was Jessica. I never actually talked to her because at that time I was too young to really know what love and having a crush is; also she was about 2 years older than me. Another reason I didn’t want to talk to her was because I didn’t think she would want to talk to me because I wasn’t as athletic or smart as some of the other guys that went to my school. The reason I knew who she was is because her class was next to mine and some of her friends knew me also. There were times were I wanted to talk to her but I could never get the courage to do it. One such time was during some science thing we had to do with the 4th graders next door in groups of six and she was in my group. Another time was during an assembly in which we sat about 4 feet away from each other. I didn’t tell anyone at my school that I had a crush on her even though some of my friends probably didn’t even know who she was. I thought that some of the ones that did might tell her and that would be pretty embarrassing.
At this age there were a lot of things that would be embarrassing about talking with a girl. One of them was that most boys thought that girls had cooties. Right now this is clearly a childish thought but back then almost everyone thought it was true. Another thing that was embarrassing about it was that at this time most guys didn’t ask girls out if they were older than them or sometimes didn’t ask girls out at all until middle school. Those were just some of the things that stopped me from talking to her. Some of the reasons I really liked her were that she was very pretty and she was smart. She also had some of the same interests as me in certain things. Another reason I probably liked her was because she was older than me. She was also nicer than most of the other girls that went to my elementary school.
After summer break, and when 3rd grade summer my first goal of the year was to talk to her. I then found out that she had left the school and had moved to Missouri. I felt kind of bad that I hadn’t talked to her and was kind of mad at myself for not being brave enough. After a couple of days I stop thinking about it and moved on. I decided to write about this story because it’s the first one to come to my head about love.