I. Megan
Before I considered any of this on my car ride to work this morning, I hadn't actually noticed just how much you forget. People always say their first legitimate memory is from the age of 3 or 4, a brief glimpse frozen in time forever. Mine doesn't occur until the age of 5 (maybe)? Pre-school, specifically. Maybe that in itself says a lot about who I am, but that's a discussion for another time.
I specifically remember being seated in a circle of other kids in class, myself flanked on both sides by two girls with the names of Sharlene and Megan. I don't recall why, I know only that Megan and I would become friends.
When my father still lived in PA at this time, we lived in the upstairs of Megan's Aunt's garage. Small kitchen, small living room, small bathroom, single small bedroom. Chelsea and I shared a bed as kids, my father slept out on the couch. Dad drove truck at the time and was split from my mother, so we weren't exactly strapped with cash. Still, that was my home. I never looked down on it, it was just my sister Chelsea, my father (Daniel Sr.) and myself. And for a long while, that was all any of us three needed.
Anyway. That's how I believe the connection was there between Meg and I. So there's Revelation 1. For as long as I can actually remember, I was connected to someone on a deeper level. It was a typical relationship you'd expect of two kids that age. Our families thought we were cute together and thus we were always referred to as being an item. I don't actually know when we "officially" became boyfriend and girlfriend. We were best friends as far as I was concerned, just liked spending time together. It was everyone else that called us a couple. As sad as it might be, I believe she was actually the one who officially asked me out when we were in the 1st grade.
I said yes, I liked the idea of being with Megan. We were always together anyway, being a couple just seemed like the next logical step. Nothing really changed for me, though. If anything, I was simply more nervous around her now. The once comfortable and familiar connection had become something to be analyzed and judged. I never really even had the guts to hold her hand, let alone anything like a hug or kiss. We went to all school dances together, but that was about as far as our romantic relationship went.
I just liked being around her. I loved her and her smile, I loved seeing her happy. It wasn't that I wasn't physically attracted to her, it was more so that nature of relationships made me nervous. I was more interested in walking around together and just enjoying each other's company.
Before I considered any of this on my car ride to work this morning, I hadn't actually noticed just how much you forget. People always say their first legitimate memory is from the age of 3 or 4, a brief glimpse frozen in time forever. Mine doesn't occur until the age of 5 (maybe)? Pre-school, specifically. Maybe that in itself says a lot about who I am, but that's a discussion for another time.
I specifically remember being seated in a circle of other kids in class, myself flanked on both sides by two girls with the names of Sharlene and Megan. I don't recall why, I know only that Megan and I would become friends.
When my father still lived in PA at this time, we lived in the upstairs of Megan's Aunt's garage. Small kitchen, small living room, small bathroom, single small bedroom. Chelsea and I shared a bed as kids, my father slept out on the couch. Dad drove truck at the time and was split from my mother, so we weren't exactly strapped with cash. Still, that was my home. I never looked down on it, it was just my sister Chelsea, my father (Daniel Sr.) and myself. And for a long while, that was all any of us three needed.
Anyway. That's how I believe the connection was there between Meg and I. So there's Revelation 1. For as long as I can actually remember, I was connected to someone on a deeper level. It was a typical relationship you'd expect of two kids that age. Our families thought we were cute together and thus we were always referred to as being an item. I don't actually know when we "officially" became boyfriend and girlfriend. We were best friends as far as I was concerned, just liked spending time together. It was everyone else that called us a couple. As sad as it might be, I believe she was actually the one who officially asked me out when we were in the 1st grade.
I said yes, I liked the idea of being with Megan. We were always together anyway, being a couple just seemed like the next logical step. Nothing really changed for me, though. If anything, I was simply more nervous around her now. The once comfortable and familiar connection had become something to be analyzed and judged. I never really even had the guts to hold her hand, let alone anything like a hug or kiss. We went to all school dances together, but that was about as far as our romantic relationship went.
I just liked being around her. I loved her and her smile, I loved seeing her happy. It wasn't that I wasn't physically attracted to her, it was more so that nature of relationships made me nervous. I was more interested in walking around together and just enjoying each other's company.
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