In first grade I remember a boy said he wanted to show how much he loved me by spitting on my desk... I don't recall his name. He didn't impress me much with that declaration.

Then when I was 10, a 7 year old boy (family friend) said he wanted to tell me a secret. So, I put my ear close to his head, and he kissed my cheek. That was sweet. I definitely remember him... His family has ties to Kauai and I perform weddings and memorials at the park named for his family.

Neither of them became a real sweetheart, but those were their attempts.

Yeah remember

Oh I do
He couldn’t care less that I am alive
I was 16 and an ugly duck , a skinny dork , a bunch of black hair like a witch , and very shy .
The only reason I was ever invited to anything it was bcz we had money , we , meaning my dad .
He was great looking , popular , and he was good to his dogs and his baby sister , and to me that was great
He got pregnant a blonde popular as well girl at 17, she was also very smart and very nice . At least to me . I ate my heart out , cried for about 3 damn years , and finally I grew up , and met a French boy while in Egypt . Gianmarco became “ poof “, who cares
30 yrs later I saw him on Facebook , divorced , grandad , not looking great for his age , and driving a taxi . I felt sad . Life is weird .

Janey Heman and Linda Eads