My first love was Angela Benham.
At the age of seven I was for some reason struck with this cute brunette with wavy hair, who was very popular in school, but who I don’t think even knew I existed.
Back then I was of course fairly plain, overweight, and incredibly shy. Actually shy isn’t strong enough to describe what I had. I was so shy I was too afraid to go to the local shops for my Mum, because that meant having to talk to the shopkeeper. I also never answered the phone until I was 15. I really was that shy.
But back to Angela, my first love, and almost 50 years on I have no idea what I saw in her or what feelings I actually had, but I had a crush on her at least.
My big chance came when it was my turn to be a team leader when we played games. Every week two captains were selected by the teacher, and we each picked our own teams.
I was torn between picking my Angela, who I desperately wanted on my team, and one of the other boys, who I knew I wanted to give us a chance of winning.
And so, I picked a boy first, and was going to pick Angela second, except to my horror, the other captain picked her first. I was heartbroken.
I think that it was only a few months after that I transferred to a different school, which was located miles in the opposite direction, and I never saw or heard of Angela again. But I do remember her name, and my moment of heartbreak as I made the common mistake of allowing my head to rule not my heart, and I sometimes wonder whatever became of my first love.
This article was a project for the week for GBE2 (Global Blogging Experience) and was based on the words “First Love”.