My first love happened when I was 5 and lasted till around 3rd grade. His name was Jason. He lived about 4 houses down from me, and as little boys do, used to torment me. I used to run home and cry about how mean he was to my parents. One day, my Mom told me to stand up to him and maybe he would be my friend.
So I went outside, ran down the sidewalk, and when I walked into “his yard”, instead of running from him when he started to push me I told him “No” and pushed him back. After that we became fast friends. We did everything together, playing outside, inside, biking, skating, you name it. When we were 6 or so, he even asked me to be his girlfriend and hold his hand.
We had alot of fun together. He even tried to give me a birthday kiss on the cheek for my 8th birthday, but my Mom was in the car and caught him mid lean, and put a stop to that.
He moved away the next year. I dunno what ever happened to him, but he made my childhood alot of fun.