A light hearted story of young love here for you, I lived in a rural town in the NJ Pine Barrens where we would spend our days roaming our neighborhoods, lakes, forests and all that fun stuff some kids get to enjoy.
There was this girl Kate, Kate was a Filipino women beautiful person funny and all. She had a very nice house for our “neck of the woods” so we would go hangout there when we could play with her pool table she lived on a lake so we would sometimes paddle up on the canoe a friend of ours had or just ride our bikes over.
Couple knuckle heads just having fun, then one day her day came home and she seemed very nervous and I was afraid he was going to be mean hahahaha….. thee exact opposite he spent about half a hour showing us magic tricks and all kinds of cool tricks he knew, I believe he had a “act” either here or in his home country.. he was damn good especially for us kids blew our minds. But she was so embarrassed of it until she saw how interested I was me and her dad really hit it off, so every time I’d see him he’d show me new things.
Anyways Kate became a regular part of our little “crew” you know 5th grade up till about high school she would come hang not everyday but quite a bit explore the woods and just bullshit around our town. The thing is the only bike she had was a broke down mountain bike so I became her ride lol
She sat up on my handle bars everywhere we would go all the way to wawa yup jump on all the way to the pits let’s go everywhere I was her ride she sat up on those handle bars and we had it down to a science I’ll tell you what all those miles with her on those handle bars really made me strong as fuck lmao just her beautiful hair and beautiful smell the entire time in my face and seeing her smile and when she would run over to me jump right up and go. I felt she trusted me, and I just loved her personality a little awkward and a little to “hip” or “cool” for me but still felt a connection.
I’ll chalk it up to dumb young hormones, but damn did I love her on my handle bars and loved that I was the strongest and most able to drive her around everywhere we went. Good times, I wouldn’t say she was the one who got away but def my first crush but was ALWAYS to afraid to come onto her. Doesn’t matter, for what it was I was happy with the fake little love and butterflies I had it was wholesome.