I 'found' this when looking for something else; I think I'd written & posted it a number of years ago--and accidentally deleted it: 

   Now that we are 'older', sometimes we think of the past. Recently, I was listening to a couple of my favorite 'oldies': "In Your Wildest Dreams" and the sequel " I Know You're Out There Somewhere" (by The Moody Blues).  That made me think of my youth.  

I remember my first kiss; it was with a neighbor boy who became the captain of the high school football team when school started that year. Sadly, my family moved not long after that. But I do have fond memories of that summer. And I guess I was fickle, because I remember crushing on another boy before the summer ended!

A few years later I briefly dated what my grandma considered a 'bad boy'. He seemed nice to me. He was kind, polite, and a complete 'gentleman'--which was important back then. We met while I was spending the summer with Grandma. I think she was relieved when I had to return home for school! Actually, though I remember his name, that's about all I remember. Except for one amazing thing: he actually proposed! I was flattered, but I was a high school senior who planned on finishing high school and going to college. We corresponded by letters for a while, but that was it. I suppose if I was really interested, I'd have given him my home phone number--which I didn't do.

Thinking of that reminds me that somewhere I had heard or read--don't remember where now--that a girl "should never accept a first proposal"--and I didn't  !  I know, in today's world that seems not only archaic, but hysterically funny.

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