I was a young thing

Write about your first crush.

Yes, I remember my first crush well.

Our eyes meet across the playground. He was the popular kid, and I was, well, I was just me. The fastest kid in grade one track and field with no other claim to fame.

He was tall with an engaging smile. He lifted one hand and ran his fingers through his hair.

I gushed at the gesture. My heart began to pound hard and fast in my chest. I could hardly breathe. He finally noticed me.

Then, as  I stood on the merry go round, he approached and pushed it hard. Around and around I went so fast my head began to spin and my stomach felt like it was about to give up my lunch. I was sick, but I held on for my safety, I needed to look like a cool kid. All the while, I wanted the world to stop turning.

As his face became a blur in the movement, I heard a shout.Our teacher approached and told him off. She stopped the merry go round allowing me to gratefully stagger off. With my head still whirling, I searched for him and spotted him in the edge of the playground with a big smirk on his face.

I sighed, collected myself with as much dignity i could muster, and plotted my revenge.

It came swiftly the next day.

As he ran past me onto the baseball field, I tripped him, making him fly forward face down on the green.

“Oops,” I cried. “Sorry. Did that hurt?

Tears streamed down his face, a face I once thought was so cute. Now, he looked like a little boy crying for his Mommy.  It was my turn to smirk.

We moved later that year, and I never saw him again.

The creep.