My first crush was on a kid named Johnny in first grade. I liked him because he was the oldest and tallest kid in class, he had blue eyes, a large kellick in his blonde hair and I think some freckles. I recall one day doing a numbered coloring sheet and we sat at a table away from the other kids, I remember his coloring being so much better than mine and while we were both using the purple colored crayon I leaned over and kissed his cheek. His faced durned red and his only response was “no kissing”. That is all I remember about him, but I know he was my little 5 year olds self’s heart throb. I’m pretty sure that when I kissed him he realized I liked him so I guess that’s how I told him.