When my sister was in 7th grade, I was in 5th grade, all she talked about for the first quarter of school was this guy in her class that was cute(or whatever we said back then). Everyone heard about him...me, my mom, our cousins, anyone who would listen. Then one Friday, he came home from school with her. His name was Tim...and I knew immediately why she had such a crush on him. It was the time of long hair..which he had, It was blond and he had the prettiest green eyes I had ever seen on a boy, and if you were to ask my husband today, he would tell you that Tim is the reason I look at a mans arms before anything else(see some of this will be humorous). He was muscular and all around, in my eyes, perfect. That day would change the course of the rest of my childhood. I was 10 years old and he was 14 so what happened shocked everyone...The day he came home with Charity, they also had Tim's best friend Matt with them. We all sat outside for hours...talking, laughing, and playing games...well it was around 9 we decided to play truth or dare(see we did have some typical childhood moments...just fewer than others). Matt and Charity got it in there heads to dare Tim and I to go into our shed and kiss for 3 minutes...well we went into the shed...I was nervous, I remember the conversation that took place like it was yesterday...Tim said we didn't have to kiss...there were no windows so we could just tell them we did...So we didn't we started talking...we kept talking...and apparently for much longer than 3 minutes...but then all of the sudden we did kiss...it was a sweet kiss...just on my cheek...and that was the moment I feel in love with him. I know everyone says you can't fall in love at 10 and they are probably right...but I cared for him. We had so much in common, but nothing in common...his parents were not the nicest people, even though they didn't drink(he was an oops baby and they let him know all the time), and eventually he came to find out about my dad. This was not a dating situation...he was my best friend and I was his...We talked on the phone till all hours of the morning whenever either of us needed it. We got away with this by going to bed and when the parents went to bed we would get up and call each other(I was lucky...my bedroom was right off the kitchen and the phone was literally right outside my bedroom, so I would just dial the number then go back to my room and close the door). Those conversations probably saved my life, because I don't know how my life would have gone without them. We then began sneaking out to see each other at night, to this day I don't know if anyone believes us when we say that nothing happened except talking, but that was the truth. This went on for about 3 yrs...Then things changed...