Pardon me for this nostalgic post ... it may be a little off-topic ... but after seeing the pics above a few days ago for the first time ... I feel compelled to tell you about it. You see, the pics reminded me of my first true love, back when I was in high school.
It was 1966, I was in Grade 10, and I didn't have much time or interest in romance back then. Sports was my life.
But she changed all that. I'd had a few crushes prior to her, but nothing too serious.
My first love - my Grade 10 sweetheart - came from a polish family, but was born in the US. I didn't know too much about her family history, but I know she was in Seattle for awhile before she arrived at my high school. I noticed her right away! What a beauty!
I know that this sounds like a cliche storybook romance, but seriously, I fell in love with her from the moment I first set eyes on her. Yes, it was love at first sight!
I guess what really reminded me of her was when I looked at the pics above and I saw the color ORANGE. That was my first love's color too. She was so tall and slender, and she had a really nice butt!
My romance with her started out rather slowly, though. You see, she was different than all the others at our school ... but in a nice way. It took me awhile to get used to her, but once I got to know her and all her little idiosyncrasies, we spent quite a bit of time together, and we stuck together quite often! I hung out with her almost every day after school, and even on weekends.
She was quite flexible, and I was the only one that paid any attention to her. I took her to all my track meets, and we always had a great time together! What a beauty she was! And the more time we spent with each other, the more I began to understand her, and the more I loved her! Even more than when I first saw her!
This romance continued thru most of my 1966 track season.
I don't know if I should tell you this, but she even traveled with me on a weekend trip to Kelowna, where I slept with her overnight in the pole vault pit at the City Park Oval - the night before a big track meet there, no less. What a night that was! It was my first time ... sleeping in a PV pit!
Hey, gimme a break! We got into town late, the motels were all full, and I was just a young kid! What're ya gonna do?
We got along really well for awhile, but then she started to get more and more stressed out, and I didn't change the way I treated her. Instead of paying attention to her stress, I just went about my rigorous training and competition schedule, and continued to take her to all my meets. I should have noticed the warning signs, but I didn't. My bad.
Before the breakup, I knew that I was causing her too much stress. For the most part, she could handle any stress that I put on her, but in the end, I was just too tough on her, and finally one day, I didn't mean to do it, but I put so much stress on her that she just exploded!
I knew that sooner or later, my love affair with her would be over, but not like this! I didn't expect it to happen so suddenly!
To tell you the truth, she broke up on me, and I didn't even see it coming. I was too focussed on my pole vaulting. I didn't realize how fragile she was at that time. I realize now - 42 years later - that it was all my fault.
I'll never forget that day in 1966, and I'll never forget her! You see, my first love was ...
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... my first fiberglass pole! An ORANGE 150-pound ThermaFlex pole!
Ahhhhh! what a beauty she was!!!
May she rest in pieces.
Kirk
