Her name was Allie. Allie wasn't your typical little girl. She was a mean girl. The popular type who talked about everyone else around their backs, made up stories to get her way, chased the boys (and me) at recess, flirted with everyone she meet and was always after attention. Well she caught my attention like a fire alarm in the middle of fifth period.
I thought Allie was perfect. Her dark brown hair, dressed in her white down coat and fuzzy white ear muffs, her mittens and pink snow boots, my goodness! It was just too much. I loved everything about this girl. One day after lunch I followed her to go to the bathroom. I can remember we talked a little bit (as much as two kindergartners could) and I think I told her that she was really pretty. For some reason I want to say that I kissed her. I don't remember if that was real or a dream but it still stays with me in my thoughts now.
I'd like to think that Allie was my first kiss but in all honesty I can't remember that afternoon for the life of me. All I remember was that after that, things changed between us. Every now and then I would catch her looking at me; she would smile and we'd go back to building with our blocks and little toys. She moved away in the 3rd grade and I haven't seen her since. Allie you were my first ever crush.
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