blog #47

the first boy I ever liked was in kindergarten and his name was Stetson_______.  His last name will be edited for his protection.  He was the cutest boy in my class and I was absolutely in love with him.  Every quarter, the kids in my kindergarten class were allowed to switch seats and every quarter, I sat right next to Stetson because I thought we were going to get married.  I was so obsessed; I’m even a little worried about my level of obsession.  If I had been a little older, people would have considered me a complete stalker because I wrote about him in my diary every night (I still have that diary).  I was his best friend, and he was my secret love that I was convinced was going to last forever.  But tragically, fate stepped in and his family moved to Florida for a while for his dad’s career in professional baseball.  I didn’t see him for a long time after that until randomly, I saw him at the same clinic that I had batting lessons at.  How strange? He came over and was talking to my batting instructor like they were familiar.  I came to find out that my batting instructor was Stetson’s dad and they moved back a little while earlier when his dad stopped playing and started coaching.  What were the odds? So the next time I saw him, I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Hello, do you remember me?”  It was a long shot, but yes! He remembered me! I couldn’t believe it.  After all this time, he still remembered me, but at that point we had nothing in common.  He was a baseball star and was being drafted in the MLB and I was just trying to get a scholarship for softball.  He actually got drafted to the Pittsburg Pirates and is a huge pick for the draft.  And to this day, I wonder if he would have stayed in my home-town, we might have had something.  But I’ll never know because he moved away…