Your first crush (non-celeb) ???

[Brazoo]

That's a great story

Thanks for sharing

Not at all my friend - thank you! I always enjoy your posts for the discussions and also the memories they often bring back!

[Hedji]

The one I remember most was a tall girl in grade 6 - I can't remember her name. She playfully pushed me at recess and I slipped on black ice. Total doofus. I fell pretty hard chin first into the ice covered cement. I might have even cried - I can't remember - but I do remember that I was really embarrassed.

At the end of recess a teacher held the door for us, kinda doing a head count while we filed passed him into the school. His face switched from routine boredom to total shock when I got near. "You - come with me!" - he grabbed my shoulder and lead me into the bathroom. My entire front was covered in blood gushing from a gash in my chin. I guess the ice or cold had numbed it, because I didn't feel anything until we started to try and stop the bleeding with reams of paper towels. My mom had to pick me up and take me to the hospital for stitches.

Later that week the girl invited me to her birthday party - but I felt like she was just inviting me out of guilt - so I didn't go - which was a pretty dumb move on my part. I still have a scar on my chin.

That would've made a better story explanation for how Indiana Jones got the chin scar, rather than whipping himself on the circus train in Last Crusade's prologue.

[Mikey]

Someday when i'm long gone from this Earth I hope i'll be remembered as that sentimental crazy nut that cares more about relationships and love than a standard doll collector.

[Gorn Captain]

A redhead named Annette.
She was a real teaser, though.
She's sit next to you in class, and put her hand in your lap while you were answering a question.
If you did the same to her, she'd scream bloody murder.

Very pretty, but toxic...

[emeraldknight47]

My first crush was in second grade (hey, I started early) on a young lady named Jennifer. Tall, slender with long blonde hair. Of course, I was a short, four-eyed pudgy kid with a bad Beatle's type haircut so she barely gave me the time of day! LOL!

[emeraldknight47]

My gals name was Wendy

Whenever I heard the Association song "Windy" I always think of her

Mikey, that's an eerie coincidence, brother. I, too, had a MAJOR MAJOR crush on a young lady named Wendy in the tenth grade (she had olive skin, long, flowing wavy dark hair and gorgeous green eyes) and, to this day, whenever I hear the song "Windy," I think of her as well.

[Dark Shadow]

Mine was Mike Sanchez and it was first grade. First day of school we noticed that we both had the same lunchbox, H. R. Pufnstuff, which was our icebreaker. We were in the same reading/math groups and hung out together every recess & lunch break. We were placed in the same classrooms for 1st, 2nd & 3rd grade. By second grade we had permission from our parents to hang out for an hour after school on the playground on Mon, Wed & Fri (Tue & Thu were Catechism for both of us).

At the start of our 3rd grade year, a new "special" student was transferred to our school. He was the school's first African-American student. We were all instructed by our teachers that "Jeffrey" was special and that we were to treat him accordingly and to be extra nice to him. The poor kid. All the kids overdid it, and he couldn't take two steps without being overwhelmed with unsolicited attention and "kindness". After two weeks, Jeffrey seemed like the most popular kid on the lower-grade section of the school, but he didn't seem to have any friends. He spent recess being bombarded by the endless inane comments "Hi Jeffrey", "How are you today Jeffrey?", "Great having you here Jeffrey?", "Hi Jeffrey, you're really special."; yet he ate lunch all by himself while acknowledging all the drive-by comments.

Jeffrey was in our class and after observing him for a few weeks, Mike & I asked him to hang out with us at recess & lunch. I don't know if it was the second or third day after we started hanging out, but I remember Mike asking him, "Jeffrey, you're not really special, are you? You're just the same as us, aren't you? Jeffrey laughed and said, "Jeff. My name is Jeff. Jeffrey is what my Mom calls me, but I like Jeff. And no, I'm not special, I'm just me." I asked him what it was like to be so popular, and he said, "I don't like all this attention, it's fake and it makes me feel like I don't really belong here. I don't think anybody here really likes me, I think they're afraid of me and I don't think any of them really want to be my friend." Mike & I told him, "We like you, and we'll be your friends." And so it was...until about halfway through the year.

One day Mike didn't show up to class and we were all told that his family had to move out of town "because of his father's business". I was devastated. I called his house after school but his Mom wouldn't let me talk to him. My Mom called his Mom, and they spoke for a few minutes and I remember my Mom being so mad after that phone call, but she wouldn't tell me why. She just told me that Mike was moving and that we wouldn't be able to see each other anymore. I was absolutely crushed. I missed him so much and it hurt so bad for weeks and weeks. I thought about him every single day for years, and still think about him every now and then.

Jeff and I continued to hang out together all the way up through the end of 6th grade. He went to a different Jr. High than I did, and so our time together slowly diminished over time as we made new friends and grew in different directions.

Fast forward to my first day of High School, and who is in my Home Room class? Mike Sanchez! I was so excited to see him, and after class I went up to him and said, "Man...I'm so glad you moved back, I missed you so much but your Mom wouldn't give me your new address or phone number so I didn't know how to contact you. How come you never called me?" Mike told me that they had never moved. He said that his dad pulled him out of our school and moved him to another district because he didn't want his kid hanging out with black kids or anybody else who would want to be near one. He had been forbidden to speak to anyone from our school.

The years in between had an obviously profound impact on Mike. He was depressed, angry, self-destructive, got into a lot of fights, and was high or drunk most of the time. I tried to reconnect with him throughout our Freshman year but he just kept pushing me away. He was in and out of detention centers and eventually dropped out of school before the end of our Sophomore year. As an adult, I'd occasionally run into him out at some of our "local" nightclubs, but he had only continued to become more and more self-destructive over the years.

[HardyGirl]

^ Wow, that's some story. It's really ashame about your friend Mike. I wonder how he would've turned out if his dad hadn't been such a jerk.

[Brazoo]

Yeah, that is some story Dark Shadow. Heartbreaking.

[Bionicfanboy66]

Marla King who lived across the road from us in Poulsbo, WA. I was probably around 7 or 8 at the time. IIRC, Marla was in junior high. Yep, I liked 'em older back then. Marla's dad was the local vet. If you needed your dog or cat taken care of, Dr. King was the guy to call. My second crush was Lisa 'Adel' Tollefson. Her dad was the associate pastor at my old church. Adel is a year younger than me. I communicate with her periodically via FB. She ended up marrying a cop. That's a heartbreaking story, Dark Shadow. Mike's dad sounded like a real piece of work.
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[nvmbrsdoom5]

I had so many little crushes from an early age that it's hard to even remember them all! I recall one day in 1st Grade really wanting to kiss my friend Kim on the cheek but not having the nerve, so I put on my winter ski mask hat thingy and ran up to her on the playground, declared myself to be the "kissing bandit" (inspired by a Love Boat episode I had just seen *sigh*) and smooched her. Naturally she told the teacher, and I was confounded as to how she figured out the kissing bandit was me, LOL. We were pals again by the end of the day though.

My first real crush I think was this girl Kristi, her family moved here in second grade and they knew my family through work. She apparently liked me right away but I was far too shy and concerned about cooties to take notice. By sixth grade I really started to crush on her and she asked me to hang out and "date" her, to which I agreed. Next day at school, everyone started teasing me about having a gf and I angrily broke it off with her out of embarassment (so dumb). She gave up on me after that. She moved away briefly but we reconnected in high school, she was gorgeous and we went on a couple of dates, and she was my first real kiss. Not long afterward I found out she was just trying to get to my best friend, whom she was more genuinely interested in. I was crushed but realized it was fair play since I had treated her so crummily years before. We remained friendly sort of but it was hard seeing her date my buddy in my stead.
She moved away again shortly thereafter, and I had hoped we could maybe at least be friends again someday when we were older. One day in my late teens I heard through a family member that Kristi died from cancer that had spread quickly and taken her. Never had a chance to reconcile *sigh*
Sorry for the bummer ending but honestly I think back on her and everything mostly with fondness and grateful that she cared about me to begin with.

[HardyGirl]

^ Another sad story. That must have been rough.

[Dark Shadow]

^ Wow, that's some story. It's really ashame about your friend Mike. I wonder how he would've turned out if his dad hadn't been such a jerk.

Yeah, that is some story Dark Shadow. Heartbreaking.

Thank you. The thing I can't help wonder about is what he must have gone through when his dad finally figured out that he wasn't straight. I can only imagine, but I can't help think that there may have been some beatings to be endured along with some really bad psychological abuse. I'll never know for sure, I just hope that somewhere along the way Mike found strength in healing and peace within himself and that he has allowed some happiness to come into his life.