Description
A lot of people say that a childhood sweetheart is a normal process of growing up. Each one of us here in this world has once or twice experienced this kind of feeling. Well, what I'm about to share is something extraordinary. I met her when I was only eight-years-old, she had this beautiful hair with a tinge of sunlight that flows like a silk. Her eyes were like emeralds, and her lips, red as an apple. She had a fair complexion with light freckles on her cheeks. I saw her during the summer. It was a bright and beautiful sunny day by the lake. The trees were still full of rich green leaves and there were little dandelion flowers all over the grass field and there she was, sitting by the rock. I introduced myself, but the only problem was, she couldn't speak. So, she wrote her name in the dirt. She was about a year younger than me. I told her about mine. By the way, I'm Phillip and this is how I found my childhood sweetheart, my very first true love, Anaka.
My Childhood Sweetheart
