The photo below shows my very first boyfriend–George A. From Mrs. Anderson’s fourth grade. He kissed me in the hall once and I slapped him and we both got in trouble. I learned that from the movies–what to do with fresh boys. Because I was such a great follower of rules then, I remember it clearly because I think it was the first time a teacher had spoken to me harshly (but certainly not the last! My penchant for rules quieted down.)
George was kind of a bad boy–he was in trouble a lot, and in fact, he may have spent some time in Juvey later on. But it was a memory blast to see that first love 48 years later. Time is a seductive scamp.