The thrill of the chase…

I started school at Willard elementary. What I remember most about kindergarten was a boy named Tony. Yes, I was boy crazy even then. Tony was blonde with thin spiky hair and brown eyes. His mother dressed him in coordinating jogging suits. At 5 I was living with my grandmother who loved to curl my extremely thick hair with rollers and brush it straight back; this was an extremely popular hair style for women in their 50’s, but yes, I was rocking it at 5. In addition to my awesome hair I was decked out daily in a poofy garage sale vintage dress lacy socks and mary janes.

I believe my love affair with Tony started in gym class where we were learning how to square dance. The boys were instructed to pick out a partner and Tony picked me! I remember having a secret crush on Tony, but was astonished that he chose me to be his square dance partner.

Shortly after our do sa do, Tony found me on the playground and would declare he was going to kiss me. I would squeal and take off running from him. I would hide and he would seek until the bell rang. I can still remember the smile and look in his eyes as we would stair at each other from either side of the big tire panting as he planned his attack and I my escape.

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