February is the month of love and Blogher is asking us what our stories of love. Starting off with our first time we fell in love. So I may not have truly been in love in what I know it to be now but it's the story I tell when people ask. I don't even know if my memories of that time are real or not but here is what I do remember. It starts when I was about four. Down the street lived the neighbor boy he was about 6, yep even back then I liked them older. His name was Alex. My Mom watched him during the day, so we were together a lot. But just for the summer, his Mom lived in New York and his Dad here so he only came for the summers. I look back on him as my first love. He was a good boyfriend and let me ride the two wheeler and he rode the tricycle.
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