ABOUT MY FIRST CRUSH
My first crush, my gosh, Luke Demers.
Fifty-five years ago at the age of 12, I’ll never forget it or him, as odd as it was, he was in a few of my school classes and the only thing I cared about was running faster or jumping higher or hitting the baseball harder than him. But there was no question about it, I was WAY better at basket ball than them all, how ever, I could not read or tell time or spell or any of that shit. I was as good as a sack of rocks. . .Hey wait a minute, a sack of rocks can come in quite handy, so could of I, when it came to sports. And when Luke was chosen caption, you could bet I was there chanting in my head, pick me, pick me. He did, all the boys did. The only difference was, Luke picked the winners not his friends. But, but. When I was one of the caption a long side Luke . . .crap! I had to get first pick or forget the win. I needed GARY.
Getting older and watching the old movies
Five years later I’m twelve. I started to really like Luke a lot, wondering what would it be like holding hands and walking home like they did in the old movies-where the guy carried her books and held her hand. Wow would Luke ever do that for me . . .I have to admit, I never talked to him, just said his name when I had to. <<<>>>I didn’t talk to anyone actually only just to say what had to be said and nothing more.
Having a crush on Luke got dangerous
Yeah, I must say, having this silly crush on Luke got dangerous for me and my siblings. . .The fault of course was all mine. When I found out he had a little sister who played with my little sister, well now, I did something way out of character and agreed to walk her home. Where as I ALWAYS KEPT TO MYSELF! But no . . .my foolish crush brain thought it would be a fantastic grand thing to hero Luke’s little sister home, and when I got there he would be standing up there smiling down at me. How romantic.
A Little Stop At The Park
On our way home, the little ones wanted to play at the park for a time. Asking please. Well please goes a long way so yes, I allowed this park time-again, thinking Luke would think I was wonderful. Then the kid had to go and ask me to hold her swing , while she ran off to the washrooms with my sister, sure, sure go pee, I will sit here holding your swing looking like I was swinging a ghost or something there like that. . . Keeping in mind there happened to be 14 other swings. It was a huge park man. skating rink, sand box, teeter-totters, animal seats on thick coiled springs, a great brick building for his/hers washrooms, four great sets of swings, each set held 4 swings. Then two smaller sets of swings for babies, and a massive play area for running, all this, a whole block long and wide, surrounded with a magnificent eight foot black iron gate. Yup, just a little stop at the park then home, for now hold the one particular swing right beside me, for her for Luke.
WHEN MOTHER’S BECOME HEROES
Well that is not what happened, things got way out of hand that ended my thinking and wondering about Luke and any other boy-they just were not worth it. This first crush caused a fight with my siblings lasting very many weeks with seven French teenagers, whom just happened by wanting this empty swing out from my fist. Fourteen other swings? But they wanted hers, Luke’s little sisters. I could not allow this to happen <<<>>>all in the name of crushes. When my mother had to intervene and become this great hero putting an end to it all while I remained untouched and feared. Bahahaha. Luke Demers lol.
The End . . .You should have been there, it was spectacular.
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