My First Crush

Oh gosh, do you remember your first crush?  I was in the Fifth Grade at Sharpe Elementary School when I first fell in love.  My crush was two years older than I, had black hair, brown eyes; and to me, was the cutest boy that I had ever seen in my entire life. He also played on the basketball team.  Of course, he didn’t even know that I existed; I mean, a stupid little fifth grader who was skinny and had freckles?

I would just get all giggly whenever I saw him.  Of course my friends knew all about it because they had crushes too. During recess, I would sit on the bleachers and watch him and his friends play basketball and wished desperately that he would notice me.

Mawdie, my grandmother, was a member of the baptist church. Since we always worshipped at the church of Christ, we never went to the baptist church. But, one summer, the church where my grandmother worshipped, had a big revival. She asked my mom and me to go with her.  Wouldn’t you just know that my crush also went to that same church.  I knew this before we went but figured that I probably wouldn’t even see him there.

The minister preached his sermon and songs were sung by the choir and the congregation.  At the end of the service, the minister said, “let us all greet one another.”  What he meant was that everyone was to meet everyone else and shake hands.  Oh dear Lord, my crush was there and I would have to shake his hand.  I thought I was gonna have a stroke just thinking about it.  I mean, having a crush on him was one thing, but to have to touch him was another and I wasn’t prepared for that.

So, the members at the church formed a line down the aisle and as we got up from the bench, we had to pass through all of them and shake their hands.  Yep, you guessed it, there he was in line and I had to actually touch his hand.  Boy howdy, I thought I was going to wet my pants!  Naturally, he didn’t even give me a second glance, but I was in hog heaven.  I swore I would never wash that hand again.

Well, I survived my first crush and went on to have many more.  In my freshman year of high school, I had my second big crush.  It was huge and I have never forgotten him.  But, that is a story in itself and I will tell you about that one another time.

See ya next Wednesday.