I remember my first crush.  When I was 5, the little girl two house down would come over.  I don’t remember her name but I remember she liked me, and that intimidated the heck out of me.  I remember walking by her house one day.  She had left her sandals out on the sidewalk.  I picked up the sandals took them to the end of the court on which we lived.  In the court one of our neighbors owned a stock-car that he kept on a trailer by the curb.  I took the sandals and threw them into the open window of the car.  I don’t know why. Then I ran home.

Later that day I heard her mother yelling at her.  She was yelling about the missing shoes.  To this day I wish I had not done that.

Croaker

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