Mumbling #4

Back in the day, when we were in kindergarten, things were simple and only a few emotions were known to us, I believed that I would grow up to marry that boy. We used to travel in the same van and he drank water from my bottle on the way back home more than a few times. It is funny, how I have remembered so little of this, never realising that he was the first boy I thought I loved. Memories are strange. You have to keep scratching on a few to find them. And when you finally do, they surprise you with their starkness. Now, I can recall his name too.