YOUNG LOVE

I’ve been going through boxes of my old things and came across a bit of my early writing about love. These date back to grade one.

As a six year old I took it upon myself to write “I LOVE CHARELS” in black marker over three pages. These pages were, of course, an expression of my affection for my first love, Charles Hamilton, originally only known as “Cowboy Boots Boy from the Park”. I remember my excitement when I saw that he and his boots were on the carpet with the rest of my class on the first day of grade one. Oh the fluttering of my hart! Little did I know what the next six years would hold for Chuck and I. But that’s a post for another time.

My three-page declaration makes me wonder how early people’s temperaments are formed. There are no pretty pictures, no colours and definitely no attention to detail in this message. Just a bold expression of emotion. Pretty much the same thing I do these days, except that I had more balls when I was little- I actually let the world know how I felt for someone.

The second gem I found is a purple hart poem.  This is how it goes:

“LOVE IS A HART

Love is like a cac (cake) that you mac to mac it rise, and  ti (it) is like a rok that you feind to holpe pepele.

Love is a book wen you opin it.  Love is a angil siing down to ereth.

Love is a horp plaing it.

Love is a prsan giviing a prasant.

Love is a hart. Love is a flaoor (flower) that blooms.

Love is a sintits (ahahahah “sentence”)

Love is a song

Love is somthing that comes from the hort.

Love is Love its as simpil as that.

Love is me.

Love is you.

Love is the sun.

Love is dep in your hart. Love is a dove. Love is this planit.

Annik