Story Weekend: First Love
Whether it happens in kindergarten, high school or college, nearly everybody experiences the high (and sometimes low) of first love. I’d love to hear about yours!
If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve been contributing. As always, there are a few “rules”:
▪ The story must be true
▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge.
▪ Avoid offensive language.
Have a good weekend, everyone!
I was about fourteen and my Girl Scout troop was passionate about flying, so we partnered with an Explorer Scout troop to raise money for the Powder Puff Derby. We worked together at a “penny-a-pound” event where folks could fly in puddle jumpers for their weight in pennies. One special Explorer stayed by my side all day. His name was Bruce and after the event, tired and happy, we rode home in the same car. In the darkness, he took my hand. No matter how many other hands I’ve held, I’ll never forget the sweet sensation of his palm against mine.
My family is Christian, and my dad doesn’t let me and my sister date unless it’s a Christian boy. There’s not many of those my age, but this one boy, Jacob, who was 16 (I was fourteen), finally entered my radar. We “dated” from February to June. After, I found out he had cheated on me. I was crushed. I had given my heart to this boy, and he threw it away.
It was hard to deal with, only because I had cared about him so much, but I’ve grown since. I’ve realized that a boy isn’t everything, and I can live without one. I’ll never forget him, though. He made me stronger.
It was the summer I turned fifteen and he came into my dad’s store where I was working. It wasn’t as much of a WOW, he’s cute (which he was), but more of a “Oh, there you are.” When he went back to his job, the saleswoman asked me who he was. I told her I didn’t know his name but I was going to marry him. Although he’s Scots/Prussian and not at all into woo-woo stuff, he later told me that he felt the same way and was so dizzy when he left, he had to hold onto a car fender to keep from passing out. He proposed to me at the sea wall at Depoe Bay (where my Shelter Bay books are sent), when I was eighteen, we got married two weeks after he graduated from college, and will celebrate our 48th anniversary this June. We’re both convinced we’ve done this dance before, and will do it again. And that’s undoubtedly over 100 words. But I’m Irish. I don’t do succinct. lol
Loved your sharing JoAnn! My husband’s cousin enjoys recalling how I very simply stated I was going to marry Nick when I was only 15, too. Congrats on your upcoming 48th!!!
Awwwwwwwwwww I absolutely LOVE your story. SO lovely!!!!
My first love began as infatuation, which lasted for two years! I was only thirteen, playing jacks on his aunt’s kitchen floor with his cousin when he strolled in wearing his dress blues. He had warm brown eyes that made me melt and a killer smile! During the years he was in the navy we became pen pals and, although he gave me my first kiss* when I was only 15, thankfully my infatuation ended but happily not our friendship.
I had just turned 17 when he separated from the service and we finally had our first date! I fell in love with his killer smile all over again and his brown eyes still make me melt after 46 years of marriage. Next March we will celebrate the 50th anniversary of our 1st date:)
A bit over but I am Irish too! lol
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I’m Irish too so I understand the wordy-ness 🙂
I love your storry and congrats on your many years of marriage! Love 🙂
Yay, for Irish people and young love! I’m also Irish, and my story is a bit over 100 words as well (I checked on Word Count), but in general it’s pretty quick.
I grew up with this boy, our mothers were friends ever since they met. My friend and I were one at the time. We did almost everything together, except at school. When I was five or six, we said we were “in love,” but of course I hardly knew what the word meant.
But as we grew older, we still hung out. Our mothers drank alcohol together (mine doesn’t anymore). I had this sister, who tagged along, and when the adults drank, we babysat her. It felt like we were parents, getting her water, watching her fall asleep, whispering so we wouldn’t wake her. I think I might’ve crushed on him a couple times, when we were still close.
When we went to Junior High school, we grew apart. And that’s my story, I guess, he was my first crush, not necessarily love.
My first love was an older man, 16 to my 13 and a bad boy to boot. Banished as we were to my Aunt’s house in the country for a month while my dad recuperated from open heart surgery and bovine valve replacement.His name was Joey and he gave me a diamond ring. A real diamond ring that he had ‘borrowed’ from his grandmother’s jewellery box.lol.but I digress. I took that ring and wrapped a month’s worth of scotch tape around it’s base until it fit my finger and when I left he tipped my chin up with his fingers and softly placed his lips on mine. I never saw him again but the memory of my innocence at that moment in time is sweet. Since then I have literally or figuatively taped my committment rings to my finger hoping, praying that someday one of them would fit and not be as fleeting as the tacky tape that held them on my finger. My heart is a map of tape covered scars. My soul has a deep red stain of disappointment.yet it wasn’t until I had the courage to unravel all of what went before that I able to find true love. Song sountrack to my first love would be This Magic Moment by Jay and the Americans.Oh how sweet the sound.
My first “love” was a boy in elementary school, Eric. Oh how I loved that boy. We were friends and from first until sixth grade I had the biggest crush on him. To this day, I can’t tell you what it was. He was a total opposite of me. Very nerdy, reserved and in all the smart classes. We never dated or held hands or anything of the sort but I lived for the summers when we’d have endless days of hanging out, playing and getting ice cream. All of my friends thought I was a nutter for having a crush on him. He never did make fun of me for it and tolerated my puppy love well. I don’t know if he knew at the time or not, but I can’t see how he wouldn’t know. His parents were NOT fans of mine then so we were never going to date. Oddly enough, by senior year in high school they LOVED me and told me they wished we’d dated. WHAT? LOL
He’s a priest now. Good thing I moved on! HA!
I love reading these great stories! JoAnn and JoAnne, there must be something about that name that makes you lucky in love!
I have to agree, Diane, these are great stories…They make my heart smile. Those are the best. I am still thinking of my story. I have a few, but not many, so it shouldn’t be so hard…