This story I wrote in 2015 was loosely based on my love life age 9 and inspired by this image:
I knew this was going to be my favorite field trip ever. I already had a crush on Peter; he was so handsome and he smiled at me all the time. He wasn’t mean like the other boys who punched me in the arm or threw erasers at me. Peter was shy and sweet.
The aquarium was dark and romantic. I was staring at the coral reef and he came up beside me and held my hand. I looked at him in the semi-darkness and smiled back. He’s so cute! Did I already say that? Well I don’t care, he is.
We had the best time. He held my hand all day and all the other girls knew he was my boyfriend. He was my first boyfriend, really, unless you count Sammy who kissed me when I was six. I don’t count that. It was three years ago and I barely remember it.
Monday was our first day back to school after our trip but Peter wasn’t there. Everyone asked me where he was but I didn’t know. Finally after a week our teacher told us that Peter’s mother had died. She said he would be back to school soon and that we should all be extra nice to him.
I was so excited to see him but when he came back he didn’t look like my Peter at all. He wore dirty clothes and his hair wasn’t combed. He never smiled at me or anyone else any more.
I guess Peter and I broke up.
Every Thursday morning I will reblog content here. I’ve have been blogging for 8 years, and have more than enough musings to re-share. I’d love for people to link up. You don’t need to have been blogging any amount of time and it doesn’t have to be photography, in fact sometimes I may (re) share some creative writing or an opinion piece (which is always interesting to look at in retrospect). I will post early (8 am EST) every Thursday to give folks the opportunity to create a pingback.
The Day After 