Writer's Block: Love Is In The Air
It was kindergarten. His name was Matthew...I'd have to look up his surname. He had straight brown hair and a bowl cut. His mother was fond of dressing him in striped polo shirts and various shades of khaki shorts and pants. He used to run around the playground at recess like a lunatic, screaming, hair flipping around wildly. He once paid me a dollar for a pop kiss behind the cubbies.