I was very young when I met my first love. I was only 8 and in the third grade, so was he. We attended St. Mathew Lutheran school, a perocial school in the Houston area. He was the cutest little boy. His name was Abiatha. We "went steady" from 3rd grade through the summer between 5th & 6th grades. I was really smitten with him and got a lot of teasing from family & friends because of it. I remember going to one of his birthday parties at his house. Another time, we went to his grandparent's house. While at his grandparent's I got my first kiss. There was a game room in the garage area and we went in there, held hands and kissed. I also remember sitting on a yellow couch thing and making out a bit. It was very sweet, except for his younger cousin who kept pestering us. After 4th grade, I moved away, but we still kept in touch. We even went to Astroworld during the summer between 5th & 6th grades with my mom and sisters. We had a lot of fun together. I'm not sure what happened, or why we lost touch. I think it had to do with distance. 28 years later I still think about him often. I wonder how he's doing and what he became. You never do forget your first love.