I think my very first crush was when I was very young...around 6 years old or so. I am pretty sure he was near around the same age as me. His name was Jason and he lived on the other side of my block. He used to come visit me...his mom and mine were friends ....and we would skate and ride bikes together. He would pull me in a wagon too..hehe. We would climb the fig tree out in my front yard. One time my dress got caught on a branch when I was coming down. I was embarassed cuz my panties were showing. He was nice to get me unhooked and not laugh.

Another crush I had was when we moved away from that home when my mom remarried. It was on a guy who lived up the street from me when I was about 10 years old. His name was Michael Jackson...no not that one. This Michael Jackson was white, blonde haired and blue eyed and very tall. I think he was 2 years older than me. He was adorable, sweet and kind.
I remember sharing an akward kiss with Michael...lol.
Ahh, memories