Puppy Love
With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I’ve been thinking about the loves of my life. For the most part, I’ve been blessed to cross paths with a number of unique individuals. There was a time when I could remember all the names and faces of those that I was intimate with. Then somewhere along the way some of the names became fuzzy, but still I could recall the faces. Now I can’t remember all the names or the faces, but there are some that I will never forget.
I met the first love of my life while in the second-grade. I didn’t know about love at that age. All I knew is that her cuteness was irresistible and a complete distraction. I couldn’t help but to look at her at every opportunity. Her name was Debbie, and I can still recall her cuteness.
What I felt for Debbie wasn’t what one would consider real love, but it was definitely a bad case of puppy love. I eventually found the courage to ask her if she wanted to be my girlfriend, and surprisingly, she said yes. I remember writing in many of my books; Debbie + Kane, and Kane + Debbie. I also wrote her name with my last name and thought it looked and sounded good together.
Each day during lunch break, Debbie would buy a popsicle for each of us. Mom later told me that the boy is supposed to buy. That was my first lesson in having a girlfriend. One day during lunch break, Debbie was playing tether-ball while I was eating my popsicle. Debbie came running over to me and told me that this forth-grader named Jimmy took the ball from her. I went over to Jimmy and asked why he took the ball. All of a sudden, he punched me in the stomach. The punch didn’t really hurt, but it did surprise me. I looked at Debbie and asked, Why do you have to play tether-ball for anyway? After that, I decided that maybe Debbie wasn’t so cute after all.