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First Loves
Jun. 17th, 2001 05:42 pmSeems like people are talking about first loves.
I was one of those kids who had crushes on people all the time. Movie stars, TV personalities, neighbor kids. I'm sure I was quite annoying. :)
Let's see; the first real (read: not entertainers) people that I remember:
Sonny- this was when we lived in The Colony, a tiny town in north Texas. He was either in the same grade as me or maybe one up. I would have been about 9 or 10. He was a little blond kid, and I remember nothing about him (hey, this was over 20 years ago) except I think he lived a couple of doors down from me. I think I may still have his picture somewhere- one of those school pictures, with the blobby bluish-grey background. I remember I taped it to a bigger piece of paper, then drew a frame around it with a brown marker. What a creative little bugger I was. :)
The next one I remember is Jodi Goodman. Yes, a girl. I remember being horrified that I had a crush on a girl, but I was just obsessed with her. She was in the grade above mine and had dark hair. I remember that she ran for some sort of office, student council I suppose, and I wanted to help her get elected so I told one of her friends that I would volunteer to help if I could talk to Jodi. So she took me to meet her, and introduced me as 'the president of your fan club'. I remember wishing I could crawl under my desk when she said that. Jodi gave me a round 'Vote for Jodi' button made with construction paper. I probably still have that somewhere, too.
Then I moved back to Texas. The next one was John Clark. I think he's the one that I would really like to know how he is doing these days, but how the hell am I gonna track someone down with the name of John freakin' Clark? He wasn't very cute, but he had light brown hair and green eyes. He had a deep voice for a 6th grader... that was when I was living in Richardson, and had the worst time with other kids. I was too tall. I was too smart. I was very awkward and these were just mean, evil children who enjoyed tormenting me. John was in the gifted program and he and I and the other smart kids were bussed to another campus 1 day of the week. He was creative and imaginitive- he was often talking about this game he'd been playing called 'Dungeons and Dragons'. He talked about dragons and how he had an invisible dragon the size of a cat- he would talk to it and joke with us about it all the time. I remember he asked us if we wanted invisible dragons too, and of course I did. I wanted a blue one because I was going through a serious blue phase where everything I owned had to be blue, dammit. He was nice enough not to tell me about how blue dragons were supposed to be evil in D&D. I went out and bought the old D&D set with the chits, the 2 soft-cover books and the little primary-colored dice. I recall not being able to figure out how to read the 4-sided dice, and calling him up to ask him how. I probably didn't try very hard to figure it out; I prank-called him on New Year's Eve too.
I owe him a lot- he was one of the few friends who encouraged my love of reading, roleplaying games, and fantasy. Hell, I might indirectly owe him for my interest in Wicca, too. :) He made me feel like it was OK to be a weirdo. He was kind and funny and optimistic, and it was a very bleak time in my life. I wonder how he's doing these days.
I was one of those kids who had crushes on people all the time. Movie stars, TV personalities, neighbor kids. I'm sure I was quite annoying. :)
Let's see; the first real (read: not entertainers) people that I remember:
Sonny- this was when we lived in The Colony, a tiny town in north Texas. He was either in the same grade as me or maybe one up. I would have been about 9 or 10. He was a little blond kid, and I remember nothing about him (hey, this was over 20 years ago) except I think he lived a couple of doors down from me. I think I may still have his picture somewhere- one of those school pictures, with the blobby bluish-grey background. I remember I taped it to a bigger piece of paper, then drew a frame around it with a brown marker. What a creative little bugger I was. :)
The next one I remember is Jodi Goodman. Yes, a girl. I remember being horrified that I had a crush on a girl, but I was just obsessed with her. She was in the grade above mine and had dark hair. I remember that she ran for some sort of office, student council I suppose, and I wanted to help her get elected so I told one of her friends that I would volunteer to help if I could talk to Jodi. So she took me to meet her, and introduced me as 'the president of your fan club'. I remember wishing I could crawl under my desk when she said that. Jodi gave me a round 'Vote for Jodi' button made with construction paper. I probably still have that somewhere, too.
Then I moved back to Texas. The next one was John Clark. I think he's the one that I would really like to know how he is doing these days, but how the hell am I gonna track someone down with the name of John freakin' Clark? He wasn't very cute, but he had light brown hair and green eyes. He had a deep voice for a 6th grader... that was when I was living in Richardson, and had the worst time with other kids. I was too tall. I was too smart. I was very awkward and these were just mean, evil children who enjoyed tormenting me. John was in the gifted program and he and I and the other smart kids were bussed to another campus 1 day of the week. He was creative and imaginitive- he was often talking about this game he'd been playing called 'Dungeons and Dragons'. He talked about dragons and how he had an invisible dragon the size of a cat- he would talk to it and joke with us about it all the time. I remember he asked us if we wanted invisible dragons too, and of course I did. I wanted a blue one because I was going through a serious blue phase where everything I owned had to be blue, dammit. He was nice enough not to tell me about how blue dragons were supposed to be evil in D&D. I went out and bought the old D&D set with the chits, the 2 soft-cover books and the little primary-colored dice. I recall not being able to figure out how to read the 4-sided dice, and calling him up to ask him how. I probably didn't try very hard to figure it out; I prank-called him on New Year's Eve too.
I owe him a lot- he was one of the few friends who encouraged my love of reading, roleplaying games, and fantasy. Hell, I might indirectly owe him for my interest in Wicca, too. :) He made me feel like it was OK to be a weirdo. He was kind and funny and optimistic, and it was a very bleak time in my life. I wonder how he's doing these days.
