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First love. Pure unadulterated love. First love is that moment between childhood and adulthood where we feel to the depths of our souls, too innocent to have been hurt and full of hope and faith. No wonder some of us hold on to it. First love stories are sentimental memories we tuck away yet keep close to our hearts.
What is your first love story?
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My first love was a boy who lived in my neighbourhood. He hadn’t had his growth spurt yet so he was one of the smallest boys in his age group, but he held his own at everything.
I adored him and we spent hours hanging out. We played ball behind the school. I sat beside him as he practiced the piano. He played those keys like a magician. We walked through the ravine holding hands and listening to the same music. Life was beautiful when I was with him.
We were still kids. Someone had managed to tie a thick rope high in a tree at the top of the ravine. Although there were other trees around, the swing was set up so we had a good range to swing and never hit another tree. Plus, it had two ends so two people could swing together. We hung out there a lot and often swung together, holding on to the rope and feeling the air as we left the earth. Swinging back together, we would tumble on the ground as one. I was a Tom boy and a smitten girl in one.
One day we were hanging out and some other boy dared me to swing with Johnny, yet another boy, who was twice my size and weight. Not a good idea, my true loved advised. I was not listening. It was a dare, after all.
We left the ground together but didn’t fly at the same rate. He moved through the air more slowly and returned long before me. I tried to hold on to my end of the rope but couldn’t do it. I flew through the air, hit a tree and came thumping to the ground in darkness.
When I awoke, I could see an angel staring down at me. That young boy had put my head carefully into his lap and held me and spoke to me while I re-oriented myself to the world.
The look in his eyes said it all. We were in love. I thought it would last forever.
It didn’t. Eventually we went our separate ways but somewhere inside both of us, we are still in love with that young couple.
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