”Her name was Ann and I’ll be damned if I recall her face.” Well, not really. I still see that cute button nose, that smile, those eyes… Those brown eyes, they were voted prettiest in the class.
She was everything a boy would want in a girl. She was very pretty, feminine and smart; President of our National Honor Society and graduated third in our class. She was fun and when she smiled, everything was somehow brighter. She would laugh and tease and just be perfect. WAY out of my league.
It was the last semester of our senior year of high school. I was just a farm boy. My Dad figured out how to keep a teen aged son out of Click to read more