my first love was the boy next door

PUBLISHED 12 March 2009 19:35

So my first love was the boy next door. When I was about 5 years old and living in Houston, I remember this boy who lived next door to me. He was an older man, probably about 7 years old.

I don’t remember his name, but I do remember climbing the fence that separated our backyards every single day trying to catch a glimpse of him. Every day I would come home with splinters in my hands, but that wouldn’t stop me from climbing the fence the next day, and the next, and the next, and then of course, the day after that.

Unfortunately, he ended up moving away, but before he left, he gave me a little figurine of a pony. This, of course, resulted in a several year obsession with horses.

The End.