This afternoon I was reminded of my childhood sweetheart. My first boyfriend.

Annie had been singing Bon Jovi “Living on a Prayer” and an image of Patrick came to mind. It was his favourite song.

We were so young. Elementary school.

Annie gawked “What?!”

I stared off into space dreamily. “He was in grade 7. I was in grade 5. Or grade 6. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and jeans when he lip sync this song” I giggled like a school girl. “He was so hot!”

The drive thru team stared at me like I grew horns. “Weren’t you a bit young?” Annie asked.

I shrugged. I giggled again “he would always call me his sweetheart”

“This side of you is scary” Annie’s nose scrunched up as if she smelled something foul.

I smiled, “I can be nice you know”

“How about you don’t”

The drive thru team laughed.


  1. Livin’ on a Prayer came out a few weeks after my daughter was born. It’s still played a lot on the oldie stations. The song is apropos for two very young lovers. I started having girlfriends in the 6th and 7th grade. I rode motorcycles, so I was very mobile at that age. I’d take a girls out for rides on my dirt bike, and we would ride into the bosque or out to the mesa and make out. Lots of kissy face fun I had back then. Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf was one of my theme songs back then.

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      1. It’s one of those movies you should see just for the cultural impact it had at that time. Same thing with The Graduate.


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