Ah
to be young. When the days are long and the food is free.
Growing up
as a boy the most confusing thing in life was girls. They didn't make
any sense to me. I didn't understand them and I couldn't talk to them
the way I talked to guys. Though mostly I just didn't notice girls, I
only remember 2 girls existing before I got to jr. high. One of them
I remember because she was really tall, the other was my first crush.
It's
important to note that I was home schooled until eighth grade. Being
stuck at home doing school work doesn't give a young boy much time to
fraternize with the lady folk. Luckily my mom knew the importance of
fraternizing for young children so we were part of a home school
group that had class every Wednesday morning.
Third
grade, it was a science class. Nothing fancy just basic earth science
stuff. But that's not important, the important thing is that there
was a girl in this class. I'm sure there was more than one girl in
the class but I only remember this one. For the sake of the story
I'll call her Magenta. Not that I like the name but because it's the
color of a crayon.
Honestly
I don't remember, in the slightest, what she looked like. I think she
had light brown hair, but it could have been blonde or black, I can't
seem to recall. Once again this is unimportant. What is relevant is
what she did to me. If I tried to talk to her, words didn't come out
of my mouth. Just syllables and sounds really. Naturally, third grade
me did the only logical thing, nothing.
I
ignored her and she slipped out of my life after third grade. All
that's left is a memory of a girl whom I found so intimidatingly
attractive that I stuttered like a car struggling to start. For those
of you who don't know I have a stuttering problem, this is probably
when it started. Which means I have wonderful Magenta to thank for my
speaking issues. Thanks for ruining any chance I had at public
speaking Magenta. May you melt in the sun on a hot road.
Confidently
and Honestly,
D.
TL;
DR: Fell in love with a crayon and haven't been able to speak since.
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