Her name was Rebecca Iverson. I remember liking her so much that I couldn't even talk to her. Well, usually at that age boys don't really talk to girls. Boys played kickball and girls did God knows what. But if I ever ran into her, I ran away from her as fast as possible. I remember trying to impress her with my kickball skills. If I kicked a home run or something, I would look to see if she was watching. Yeah, and remember that I was in kindergarden.

This crush went through first grade. I remember my mom telling me that her mom wanted to know why I never said anything to her. I think the truth soon slipped out when I was playing with stuffed animals and happened to be making some kissing noises and said her name just as my mom walked in my room! Boy I felt screwed. I doubt my mom heard, but then again I think she did. But I never heard my mom say anything about it to me though. At that age I knew that it was silly to like girls, and I didn't know if it was normal. One of my friends got in trouble in kindergarden for kissing a girl on the playground. I didn't know if it was wrong, but for some reason, I really did like this girl though.

It all ended in second grade when she moved away. Still I never forgot about this first experience in my life. I doubt anyone really forgets the time they were "in love for the first time." I wouldn't say that I was "in love," but yeah, I think I was pretty damn close. I guess it goes to show that deep down inside, this thing called love can begin at the tender age of 6.

Yeah, that was me.