I am pretty certain that I experience my first feelings of “love”, as you might put it, when I was three years old. My feelings went unreciprocated, seeing as they were directed at the cartoon character, Christopher Robin, from the Winnie the Pooh VHS I watched on repeat. I don't have too many memories of those feelings, only that I remembered liking his voice and his British accent, and his cute little blue shorts.
My second “crush” was on a boy named Mason from my preschool class. Why I picked him to be the object of my affection is still a mystery to me, considering I could not describe him to you today. Maybe he was nice to me, or maybe all of the other little four year olds in the class thought he was cute, so I followed along. He probably shared his crayons and didn't pee his pants at recess. Preschool standards are pretty high you know.Read More