First Love.
I don't think I've ever told anyone this, but there was a girl at my school who had something wrong with her spine. She had to use a wheelchair most of the time, but there was just something about her. I couldn't ever speak of it, because school kids being evil school kids I would never have lived it down. She didn't get too much stick from people herself, apart from by the real cunts, but to admit to fancying her would have been social suicide. It kind of crept up on me one summer when her pain wasn't too bad and she was walking with some tatty metal walking stick things that she didn't use very often. But to see her walking, the sun shining on her hair, the smile on her face, even if the supports were dented and rusty and held together with gaffer tape, something about it touched me and made me look at her in a different way. I don't think I ever did get over those iffy crutches.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 6 Oct 2011, 16:51, 2 replies)

[token reply misunderstanding the pun and questioning your taste in cripples]

( gone, Thu 6 Oct 2011, 17:33, closed)

For a moment, I thought this was a sweet, touching story,
about a boy and his first love.

But it's not. And that makes me cross.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 7 Oct 2011, 9:13, closed)