Brand New Lesson

I was a kid, a little girl with pigtails running around and swinging on the swings. Soon I was entering the age when liking or crushing on a boy was the next stage in my little life. Kids at age 5-6 don’t know the whole concept of actually being in a relationship, so instead we thought of it as a boy and girl pushing each other on the swings, playing basketball or volleyball together. A major plus was the fact that it was not a big deal on who we dated; we were still innocent and good kids at that age.
I began to like this boy; he was a cute face boy that hung out with his big group of friends every day at lunch. His group of friends would chase my group of friends who were all screaming girls. What did his group of friends want with screaming girls? When I got captured I got the inside look. “Kiss her!” The boys wanted to kiss us, their lips no longer virgin. Well if they did have the balls to kiss the girl they captured.
9-11 years old soon they were getting to know a little about relationships, you walk the girls to the bus; holding hands down the hallway to lunch, and eat lunch together. The boy I had a crush on when I was 5 was the same boy I had a crush on at age 9. I sat behind him in class, and when his moment came he rested his hand on mine; while I was unaware of it. I asked him a question and soon he lost his confidence. “Were you trying to hold my hand?” He then moved his hand off mine and replied “No!” Our chance of getting together was always on and off; we were never on the same page.
Junior High and High School arrived, along with the new thing instead of love notes; Cell Phones. We liked each other but still we had other we were interested in, we were in different cliques and had different class schedules but still we had a way of talking to each other. Sitting outside, we watched his friends play ball; I started learning more about him and what he liked in girls. Outgoing, fun, and smart; outgoing was definitely not me. He on the other hand was shy and quiet, my chance of having prince charming ask me to be his and sweep me off my feet disappeared.
I slowly let the flame die, knowing he was just a crush and maybe our paths were not meant to be crossed. I was a little girl with pigtails who grew up to be a girl with bigger dreams of a prince charming.