Ash Thoreau

My first crush was in kindergarten. I thought he was so cute. So much so that my elementary class picture depicts me staring at him from across the room. And yes, you can see that I’m staring at him if you follow the direction of my eyes. This brings me to one of my first public embarrassments. I was horrified that you could tell who I was looking at. And it was even more embarrassing when my older sister figured it out and yelled it out to my entire family.