Can you remember your very first childhood crush?

redhaired-boyHe had thick, dark red hair, and was king of the playground.

I was in seventh grade and new nothing about love. But I did know that he made my heart flutter every time I looked at him.

His name was Paul Warner. It was obvious that he was a popular boy, since all the other boys (and girls) gravitated toward him at recess like a pack of wolves to the alpha.

Boys like him never noticed girls like me—girls who wore their shyness like a cloak of invisibility. If he had ever glanced my way, I know I would have blushed ten shades of red and found the toes of my shoes to be suddenly engrossing.

daydream-girlI daydreamed often about Paul Warner throughout that school year; sweet vignettes that materialized in my mind whenever I should have been focusing on a math problem or listening to the teacher’s commentary on the Hundred Years’ war…

What if Paul Warner bumped into me at recess…and smiled at me…

What if Paul Warner turned around in class…and asked to borrow my pencil… 

What if Paul Warner took the empty seat beside me on the school bus…and…

Perhaps this first crush was simply an omen of my future—a sign that a different Paul was predestined to enter my life someday, the Paul that I would fall in love with and marry happily ever after.

Alas, Paul Warner was never in the cards for me.

girl-dreamingSeventh grade reached its denouement, my family and I eventually moved away, and life rolled on. It wasn’t long before I was head over heels in love with my very first celebrity crush (that’s a story for another day). Paul Warner became as distant a memory to me as Scholz’s star is to Earth.

Although Paul Warner knows nothing of my existence, nor will he ever, I do hope that life’s been good to him. After all, there will always be a special place reserved in my heart for my very first childhood crush.

Now tell me—who was your very first childhood crush?

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5 Comments

  1. February 21, 2017 at 6:47 pm

    Robert Holloway! First grade and I broke the zipper on my jacket while chasing him around the playground. My mother called me “boy crazy” for years after that – she was right 😉

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  2. February 13, 2017 at 11:37 am

    You better hope he doesn’t read your blog (sometimes it’s a very small world) 😉

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  3. February 10, 2017 at 7:34 pm

    Don’t think I had one. If anyone liked me, I didn’t know it. Perhaps they wrote a blog about how wonderful I was, and I totally ignored her. I preferred the company of my Lionel electric train set. Still do!

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  4. February 7, 2017 at 5:43 am

    His name was Corey Burke, and I started really crushing on him in 4th grade. I started having crushes in kindergarten but this is the one I still have a soft spot for. The one I wonder: what does he looks like and who he is now? I had a sister who was a teenager and we watched movies like Pretty & Pink, Sixteen Candles and Say Anything, so I naturally started focusing on crushes too soon. I am so grateful my daughter, at 9, still has no infatuations. Thanks for the nostalgic journey down memory lane!

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