Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Grade School Crushes
I'm sure we've all been through The Crush. The most universally recognized scenario is that I love him, but he doesn't love me, he loves someone else, but they don't love him, etc., etc.
There was a boy who had a crush on me. As a matter of fact, there was more than one, but Ronald chose to act on it. Being a little boy, he did this by teasing me and chasing me in the playground. When we had to learn square dancing, he would swing me around with my feet off the ground. I wouldn't have minded that so much except that when he let go, he really let go and I went flying. When the infamous Miss H. declared that we had a project in which we had to pair off, boy-girl, Ronald immediately announced that he and I would pair off. This was accomplished by him coming over to my house, me doing the project, and Ronald spending his time walking around my room, handling everything I didn't want him to touch, and using his supply of rubber erasers to bomb my goldfish. He managed to kill one of them.
All through grade school I had a crush on Harry. Harry never looked in my direction. Harry was taller than any of the other boys. He had an athletic build, and he was really good looking. When we were in the sixth grade I had one very, very good day. We were all outside for P.E. We were standing in a circle, playing dodge ball. I just happened, accidentally on purpose, to be standing next to Harry. When the teacher blew the whistle to end the game, the ball came to Harry. He held it high, and threw it at the ground with all his strength, which was considerable. It flew up, right into my middle, knocked the breath out of me, and I sat down hard. Harry finally looked at me! As a matter of fact, what he had done scared him half to death. He picked me up in his arms and carried me into the nurse's office. Harry carried me in his arms! I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! Of course, when he found out I was alright, he promptly walked away and continued to ignore me, but my day... No! My whole sixth grade year, was made.
Crushes continued into Jr. and Sr. High School, but they were full of teen-age angst. I'd rather remember those in grade school. They were just silly, giggly ones, and no tears were shed.
This has absolutely nothing to do with this post.
My daughter, Rita. took it. I thought it was so appropriate to the season.
I hope you like it
Here's one from daughter, Kitty. Just got it this morning through Flickr.
It was taken at Earthbound Farms Organic Farmstand.