Prologue
Some Long-Ago Memory
…I recall a memory that I can’t fully remember any longer.
It’s from back when I was in elementary school. There was this one house right by my place, and I’m pretty sure I was the only one who knew that a girl about my age lived there. I only knew because our neighborhood still had this paper newsletter, and I was responsible for distributing it to all the houses. That was the first time I met her.
To be honest with you, I can’t remember anything specific about her looks…but at the very least, she was drop-dead pretty to me as a kid. I was desperate to say something, anything, to her as I passed the newsletter over. In time, she began to talk more and more with me. She’d even occasionally complain about her life to me, glumly muttering about not being able to get out of the house at all, even though she wasn’t sick or anything.
That was about the time when I would take her out now and again. Something that I jokingly called “kidnapping” her. And, looking back, it was nothing but a couple of kids playfully resisting the rules. But still, to me, taking that kind of action meant something special. When she went off to the Academy, it gave me a sense of loss so profound that I could barely recover from it…and even now that I’m in high school, the memories of that time still occasionally flash through my mind.
So, yeah… I’m sure she must have been my first love.
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