Hot Dogs for Sara with an H
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen as a 6 year old boy, her every move captivated me and I would do almost anything to hold her hand or be close to her. I would sit next to her cross legged so that my knees would touch hers in assembly, I would always partner up with her in country dancing lessons and she was the only girl I would play kiss chase with. I was even brilliant at skipping (jump rope)by the time I finished primary school.

Then came the day I had to confess my feelings to her, I grabbed my favourite colouring pencils and penned a letter so colourful and carefully crafted it was a beautiful and true reflection of my feelings towards her. It Read…

Sara I love you.

I was too shy to reveal my name however, just witnessing her face burst into a radiant smile because someone had a crush on her would have left me happy for the rest of the day. So I left the letter in her work tray during play time and waited with baited anticipation.

When she found the letter she was more peeved that someone had spelt her name wrong (SARA'H') than happy that someone felt warm snuggly feelings towards her (women complicated creatures). She made it her mission to test everyone in the class about how to spell her name correctly, only I got it wrong.

Then she invited me over to her house to eat hot dogs. She was a good kisser though. – feels proper pervy being 30 yrs old and reliving that memory.
(TwinkleFuckingToes Has a ingrown toe nail, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 14:37, Reply)