Remember your first heartbreak?
I was thinking of my very first heartbreak today.
I was three.
My older brother and I had finally gotten permission to get popsicles from the ice cream man. This was my first time getting a popsicle from the ice cream man, so this was HUGE.
I got a Mario head popsicle with bubblegum eyes. I was so happy. I remember that happiness.
We were walking down the sidewalk, and I must have tripped over the sidewalk, because the next thing I knew, I was on the ground... and so was my Mario popsicle, lying face-up, his smile a melted grimace at the thought of what could have been.
I started crying, naturally.
Not because of my skinned knee (which, in retrospect, must have hurt) but for my Popsicle, my very first popsicle.
I never got a Mario popsicle again. Not because I didn't want to, but by the time my mother had allowed us to get ice cream from the ice cream man again, Mario was gone. There was only Sonic.
Ah, it hurts to remember. Such a deep, deep heartbreak.
We moved after two years, but every time I went by that area, I would stare at the stain on the sidewalk, the remnant, the memory, of the first piece broken off of my heart.
So, what was your guys' first heartbreak?
I was three.
My older brother and I had finally gotten permission to get popsicles from the ice cream man. This was my first time getting a popsicle from the ice cream man, so this was HUGE.
I got a Mario head popsicle with bubblegum eyes. I was so happy. I remember that happiness.
We were walking down the sidewalk, and I must have tripped over the sidewalk, because the next thing I knew, I was on the ground... and so was my Mario popsicle, lying face-up, his smile a melted grimace at the thought of what could have been.
I started crying, naturally.
Not because of my skinned knee (which, in retrospect, must have hurt) but for my Popsicle, my very first popsicle.
I never got a Mario popsicle again. Not because I didn't want to, but by the time my mother had allowed us to get ice cream from the ice cream man again, Mario was gone. There was only Sonic.
Ah, it hurts to remember. Such a deep, deep heartbreak.
We moved after two years, but every time I went by that area, I would stare at the stain on the sidewalk, the remnant, the memory, of the first piece broken off of my heart.
So, what was your guys' first heartbreak?