I remember my first crush . . . his name was Peter. I was 12 years old, skinny, with knobs for knees, and painfully shy. He had sea-blue eyes I could swim in.
Unfortunately, Peter was also a bit of a prick. He enjoyed taunting me mercilessly, as I was one of the worst swimmers on our summer swim league. He and his gang accosted and kidnapped me at the swim league's annual surprise breakfast. I was exhilarated at the idea of squidging next to Peter on the car ride to the pool and mortified I went out with both unbrushed teeth and hair.
Who's to say why we fall head over heels for our first crush.
What made your head turn for yours?
Stories greatly appreciated . . .