Was on a boy named Brandon in the 2nd or 3rd grade. I knew I thought he was cute, but that’s about as far as young kids crushes go. I’m not sure how it got out that I liked him; maybe my incessant staring or giddy eyes at his direction? But one of my fellow classmates who happened to be friends with him knew I liked him and tried to get me to go over and talk to him by grabbing my arms. I of course didn’t want to go over there because I was shy. Not as shy as in middle school or high school, but shy enough that I knew I didn’t want to be embarrassed in that uncomfortable situation. He proceeded to grab me, and I pulled away which caused a spinning in a circle reaction from the friend. So then I’m spinning with my arms held behind my back and the kid lets go and I of course land face first on the ground, which busted my lip open. That was the very first time I had gotten stitches and it was all because I had a silly crush on a boy and was too embarrassed to let him know.
I think shortly after that we moved, so my crush on “that” boy subsided. Good thing too, because he’s not as cute as he was when he was 7, unless you find a 30 year old balding thug, drug dealer cute?
Damn, I dodged a bullet there!