Elementary School Enemy - Part 2

During bus evacuation drills in elementary school, they always had one of the big kids help the other kids jump down from the back of the bus. Being that that boy was the biggest kid in 6th grade, he got the job. That meant that he had to take my hand to help me down from the great yellow carriage, with his other arm ready to catch me if I fell. Why did it have to be him? Goodness. Things just aren't fair. I'm not quite sure why I remember that day so clearly, but I do. It was fall. A nice day (I wasn't wearing a jacket). I was wearing my favorite skirt (navy blue with tan flowers), and an off-white long-sleeved shirt. We were only in 6th grade, but at the time, he looked so big and strong back there. But he was still him, so ugh!

Anyway, moving on. Ninth grade came along, and finally that ugh! boy and I went to different schools. I wouldn't see him anymore. I was actually kind of sad. He and I had come to speaking terms in junior high. But finally, I could make my confession to my best friend (the one who's listed in my cell phone as 'myDiana'). In 6th grade, I had had a crush on that boy. To which she replied, 'I knew that.' I couldn't believe it. She knew? But I so always said that I didn't like him! But apparently friends know these things. Even if you don't want to admit them to yourself. They know.

And I guess I know why I remember that day as well as I do. It was one of the most romantic days of my life. :)