Reminds me of the time when I was in 6th grade and had a crush on a little boy
that wore what appeared to be soda pop bottle bottoms for glasses, had a ton
of freckles that I was just dying to play connect the dots, had the shiniest braces
I ever saw, his hair was so black it glistened like ice, and he always carried a little
brief case. Ya, a little brief case.
On Valentine's Day I gave him 3 cards instead of 1 and I even put a little candy
sweetheart in the paper bag that hung on his chair.
Jewish boy. I was totally in love when he explained in front of the class his family
celebrated something called Hanukah.
Come Spring when school was almost out for the summer season, as I walked home
I would pick buttercups and pull the petals.......
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not
Every time I ended on 'he loves me not' I'd either pick another flower or rip that
last petal in two.
And then it happen......Spring Dance! Some how, we managed to dance one of the
last dances together. He ask me to dance.....and we danced to 'Hang on Sloopy'.
After the dance was over and everyone left the building, as I walked down the steps,
I turned around and saw him smiling, he waved and I waved back. That was the last
time I saw him.
Only a few years ago, due to friends on Facebook, I heard that he is very wealthy,
travels a lot, and ALWAYS carries a briefcase!