First crush. Puppy love. In
Indonesia,
it is sometimes called cinta monyet,
or monkey love. Whatever you call it, I doubt that anyone forgets their “first
love”.
Who was your first crush?
Do you remember? I certainly do. I was in first grade at Adams
Elementary School in Findlay, Ohio.
There were a lot of first and second graders that year, but not enough for two
full classes of each level. The solution was to take some of the kids from each
grade and put them into a combined class.
The boy I “fell in love
with” was a very mature second grader. Let’s call him Martin. (The name has been changed to protect the
innocent.) If I remember correctly, he had dark, curly
hair. He was smart. He was basically a good kid. As I recall, he was kind to
me. I thought Martin was just about perfect.
In my case, this crush
lasted all the way through fifth grade. When Martin went on to junior
high school and I was still a lowly elementary schooler, the interest
predictably faded away.
