We lived across the street from Jack Lerner (well, Mr. Lerner to me) and his family. They had a sweet trampoline so we’d play over there all the time. And I thought he was a total dreamboat. He drove a white ’88 Oldsmobile Cutlass Cruiser and I swore to my mother that on my 16th birthday, that was the only kind of car I’d accept. And when I played with my Little Peoples, I’d always pick the white car before my brothers could.I’d also make my friend plan time in our busy summer vacation schedules to swing by his home office window with me on a regular basis to say hi and get some licorice. He was always nice to us, but I’m sure when he looked out his window and saw our pink and purple Huffy’s pedaling his way, he considered stop, drop and rolling under his desk until we left.
I didn’t know what a “crush” was until one summer day we were all eating Popsicles in their front yard while my beau was washing his wagon, and my older brother yells out, “Julie has a crush on you!”
My mind immediately raced to the popular orange soda, and I didn’t know what he meant. I looked at my friend confused, my mouth stained with enough red Popsicle juice to make me look like a clown, and she whispered, “It means you want to marry him!”
So now I ask you...who is the first person you had a crush on?
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My first crush was the boy I sat next to in pre-school. I even chased him down once on the playground and planted a wet one. I'm sure the teachers were dying.
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