Sixth grade was
the year I fell for Kim, a lanky blonde and the first girl in our class
to have breasts. It was also the year that our classmate, Terry,
died in a car accident.
Unlike Jan, Kim no longer seems particularly attractive to me. Or more accurately, it's harder for me to recapture those feelings now. But
at the time, I was smitten. She was the first girl to inspire actual
sexual fantasies in me. Although I wasn’t quite clear on the mechanics,
I visualized the two of us naked together, and touching each other’s bodies.
I especially loved her long, slender fingers, her almost unbelievably long
legs and her big, goofy midwestern smile.
The problem was that Kim was in love
with Terry, and Terry was dead.