My Summer Love #ReadCampBoyfriend Mini-Challenge

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Would you believe I was the one who came up with the challenge even though I didn’t even know if I had a story to tell? The read-a-long’s mini-challenge is simply to share any camp story or summer story. I had no idea what I would write about until I read Author Joanne Rock’s Guest Post and it sparked a distant memory. I totally recommend that people read that. It’s very short and wonderful.

I tell this story out of pure nostalgia. Maybe it was infatuation or maybe it was my first love. But the past is the past.

I don’t really have a lot of summer romance stories. I grew up in a very small community where most of the people I know are relatives. Most of my classmates and teachers were my aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc. And if they weren’t relatives, they were family friends. I barely met new people growing up, which might be a reason for my social ineptitude.

I’ve had guys getting crushes on me from kindergarten all the way to high school. I don’t think I’m very beautiful. I think that there were just very few choices in such a small community. My high school class consisted of 6 people including me. 4 of them were my relatives. We had about 70 people, including all grade levels. With that few people, it was very easy for me to be at the top of the class. Most of them don’t even try.

So imagine my parent’s surprise when I asked them if I could take summer classes at our high school. I clearly didn’t need it. But why would I do such a thing? To spend time with a boy. Yes, I was that kind of teen. And I don’t regret it.

One must understand that I grew up in a very conservative community and school. Boys and girls are not allowed to mix, although that doesn’t really stop students. But that wasn’t me. Until I met this guy. He was my best friend’s cousin. And he supposedly had a crush on me before I even got to know him. He saw me perform in a production about 1 or 2 years before I actually got to know him.

I’ve been seeing him a few times since he was related to my best friend. But he entered our school when  there were only 3 or 4 months left during my junior year. Though he did go into summer school, which is about 2 months long.

He was my own hurricane – he swept in, changed things, and left. We spent time during those months during the school year, but my best friend was always present. I think the only time we spent time with each other was during the summer since very few people enroll for summer classes. We spent all our free time together.

It was very innocent. I was 14 and he was 16. A lot of the adult disapproved of him because he didn’t do so well in school. But that didn’t really matter to me. We spent a lot of time together talking or listening to music. We loved a lot of the same bands. He was quite the musician too so I watched him a couple of times playing the guitar or the violin. I listened to him sing. I totally have a soft spot for musicians. And I was definitely attracted to him. But we never kissed or hugged. The most we did was lean on each other or hold hands. Like I said, innocent. He gave me a teddy bear for my birthday that summer because I used to love all kinds of plushies.

But after that, things fell apart. He had to leave because his family was migrating to Canada. And I guess the distance was too great. He was my summer love. Probably my first love. And I think I would always have a soft spot for him.

We’re still friends until now, but that’s all we’ll ever be, I think.



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6 thoughts on “My Summer Love #ReadCampBoyfriend Mini-Challenge

  1. That is such a summer romance!!! I loved this “He was my own hurricane…” so much. I married a hurricane, actually, and it’s fun and crazy and sometimes really tiring . I love seeing this guy through your eyes. It makes me remember all the ways I appreciate my own wild and adventurous guy!

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