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Write about your first crush.

   Why in the world would anyone want to know who your first crush was? What is the point of even knowing and telling? It’s a very odd prompt, but I’ll tell it… I’ll just not over tell it.
   My first crush started in 2nd grade. I compair myself to Charlie Brown with his red-headed girl, except Charlie Brown’s was Heather and mine was a red-headed girl named Julie. She had the prettiest eyes and her voice was like an angel – made me all fuzzy feeling when I heard her talk, I talked to her nearly every day.
   One time in 3rd grade she came to school with a black eye. I don’t know if she was running in the hall or if somebody else was, but our teacher had told us not to talk about it. But me .. I had to tell her it looked like an apple that had fallen off the tree and sat beneath it for a few weeks (hence a rotten apple). She laughed, but Jennifer, the girl who sat across from us, told on me for mentioning it. Julie said it was okay that I said it, probably because it made her laugh. Jennifer was a tattle tale and I did get in trouble for it. (One of the fondest memories of the 3rd grade, Mesick Michigan. Though there is more, but them are mine. I refuse to share.)
   I had that crush on her till the end of 6th grade. When I think of elementary school, she’s always in the memories – that red-headed girl with the angel voice who laughed at my weird comparisons and made everything feel a little more interesting just by being there.
   I barely recall 3rd grade, actually. I remember my friend Bobby, of course Julie and Jennifer (Mesick), I remember the teacher. I remember moving to Flint the second half of 3rd grade and my friend Peewee dying in a bicycle accident (Drunk Driver, Detroit Street 1985). I don’t know if my memory issues are a  trauma and I blocked that whole 3rd grade year or what? I remember 2nd grade clearly, I remember 4th grade just as clear. The 3rd grade is hazy – like my brain decided some of it was too much to file away neatly.