My First Girlfriend

I ten years  old when I met my neighbor
honey. We instantly became best friends, as children that age
often do. She was one year younger than me and adored me. And
I adored her too. We would spend our afternoons lying in the tall
grass of a nearby field, so our parents couldn’t see us, planning
our escape. We had decided we could live for the rest of our
lives in this tall grass. It would become our home. When we
were old enough we would get married. That was our plan
anyway. At the end of the day, after much parental yelling and
searching, we always ended up reluctantly returning home.
Ginny was my first girlfriend and also my first friend. We were
only young children but we loved each other. There can be no
doubt of that. We were inseparable.(cont)