Davis, Matthew Blog 1

Everyone remembers there first crush. My first crush occurred when I was 6 years old. Her name was Amanda, and we were Pre-K classmates. We had known each other just 2 weeks before I tried to put my "move" on her. Unfortunately, this love story has an unhappy ending. Apparently, my move wasn't as smooth as I had previously thought it would be. 

Our class was sitting in a circle for story time, naturally I sat right next to Amanda. About 3 pages deep in the story, being read to us by our teacher, I decided the time was right, and I did not look back. I reached for her arm and due to lack of experience just kind of held her forearm for a few awkward seconds. I was confused as to what I was trying to accomplish in this position, so I ended up giving her an Indian burn. In case you might not know what an Indian burn is, it consists of twisting ones forearm to the point that their forearm turns red. As you might imagine, Amanda did not enjoy this act of love I was putting forth. She instead began to scream, cry, and tell my teacher. My teacher, like Amanda, did not quite understand or approve of my love gesture, and ultimately ended up screaming at me and taking me to the Principles office. 

Unfortunately for me, my earliest memory happens to be me not only getting rejected from my first crush, but also getting sent to the Principle's office. Luckily, my "move" has since been improved and I have yet to give another girl an Indian burn, so I guess you can say I learned my lesson.