Honestly, I can't even remember that guy's name. Sorry to disappoint.
My x-door neighbor, Martha mentioned this guy on the back row:
She was kinda right. His name is Trent and we did share a few baby sparks before he moved to Santaquin.
But my stone-cold heart belonged to this guy standing next to me, Keith. (I always had a soft spot for guys named Keith.)
We almost look like a cute couple, don't we? Our arms so close, yet so far apart.
Especially compared to these arms:
April saw the foreshadowing and predicted this lub triangle. This is Susan--my competition, and, to make matters worse, one of my good friends.
I broke the 8th commandment a lot around Susan.
Unlike the rest of us, she wasn't afraid to wear Ditto jeans on picture day, and with each passing year she looked better and better in them.
If my mom said it once, she said it a thousand times, "Doesn't Susan just have the cutest little figure?"
Words like daggers to a girl whose figure went a little somethin' somethin' like this:
Is it bad that I felt a vague sense of redemption yesterday when one of my readers (The Mom) mistakenly identified Susan as in-the-running for my Crash crush? (hee hee hee) Serves her right for wearing Dittos on picture day.
While Susan's Dittos fit better and better with each passing year, Keith's hair got better and better too.
And my chances got worse and worse.
Until 5th grade . . . when a new bad boy moved to town.
Go on, take a guess.
I'll give you a hint--peach silk shirt.
That's right, Jeff McKay, and I even put his photo in a velvet heart and edged it with delicate lace.
Oh my goodness! What was I thinking? He was just using me all along to cheat off my spelling tests.
Too bad my hub and I didn't cross paths until high school. I know for a fact I would have been Crash crushing on him BIG TIME in third grade.
How cute is he???
By 5th grade he was definitely my particular brand of good boy/bad-boy.
I just know Kurt Russell has a photo exactly like this somewhere in his 5th grade photo album!
Okay, memory lane is closed. Tomorrow will be April, so let's talk about books-on-tape.