So it’s time for another post about childhood secrets. The thing is, I can’t remember a whole lot of those. What I do remember, though, are the secret (or maybe not-so-secret) crushes I had on the boys in my class.
Let’s just say there were a lot.
I think last year for this challenge, I mentioned one. In the comments of that post, I referred to another. But I was less than subtle in elementary school. By the time middle school rolled around, I had grown rather more shy when it came to boys. And the boys had grown rather better looking.