06/02/2022

Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. I was a bit lost this past week after all the devastating news so I have not even responded to Lauren’s post last Thursday. I will respond later today and put the link to the backdated post in the bottom of this edited post.

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This week’s prompt is: Your First Crush

Young love is fun to think back on, but the definition of young differs. For one person it might be five years old and for another it might be sixteen years old. There is a certain innocence and youthful vulnerability with liking someone, especially if you were brave enough to let them know.

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Who was your first crush? First names only!
Was this a celebrity or someone you knew ?
How old were you?
How old was your crush?
Did you let your crush know you liked them? If so, how?
Did your crush like you, too? How did you know?
Did you get teased by your family for having a boyfriend or girlfriend?
Did you feel like you were in love or did you think it was simply a fleeting crush?
Was this just a temporary crush or your first heartbreak?
When you think of that person today, do you have fond memories of them?

My post follows.

I did not really have celebrity crushes until I fell in love with Peter Tork from the Monkees.

My first crush (I think I was five or six) was my cousin. He was my age and all was well until he slammed the gate at my great aunt’s house and the gate slipped the lock and hit me in the head. I saw stars that day, but my crush faded after that. My cousin passed away several years ago, and I have fond memories of him although I rarely saw him after we grew up.

My second crush whom I have written about before, was Rick. He was a triplet and I chose him over his brothers because he wore glasses and I could tell him apart from the others. They often came to our valley to visit their family. We were always infatuated with people visiting from other places.

My third crush was Gordon. I was in first grade and I can still see his sweet smile and cute dimples. He sat across the table from me, and I must have talked about him a lot because my family teased me unmercifully about him.

I think I recognized these all as puppy love situations. My first real heartbreak didn’t come until maybe sixth or seventh grade. The heart is most tender at that age. We moved away to Ohio and I wasn’t sure I would ever recover enough to breathe again. When we came home to visit my grandparents I always tried to call him to reconnect. He was probably my first real love and moving away really broke my heart.

I wrote notes and letters and cried to mask my heartbreak while playing love songs on the record player. Songs like this one…