... happened when I was 3. Yes, that's pretty young.
I saw him tonight, and told him that I got engaged. He was happy, congradulated me twice. It was sweet. He's sweet, I think that's why I liked him in the first place.
He's not really a "dreamy" sort of guy. He's very.. ordinary. He's got a great smile. That's about all anyone could really say about him. Twinkly eyes, and a great smile. Really, that's all it ever boiled down to, for me. Those things, and a sense of humor. Oh, and he was not entirely unwilling to play "house" with me, when I was 8. Sweet guy.
He was the first boy whom I watched play video games. Sports video games, and that sucked, but it gave me an appreciation for other video games. Ones that weren't baseball oriented.
We played softball once, when I was four, and he hit a ball directly into my head. I passed out, waking up later to him and his dad standing over me, contemplating if I'd be ok. I was.
I saw his naughty bits before I knew they were naughty - behind the bushes in front of the Flaggs' house. Mom reminded me recently of how he used to drop his drawers and pee on the corner of the nearest house, when he was little. Aww.