Forget-Me-Not
chronicled by
Lou Womack
Jimmy Suddaby! Now that rings a bell! Why we were in first grade together.
I blush to say this but I think he was my first boyfriend and now I shall
tell you why. After class was over for the day we used to walk up the hill
together and he would pick forget-me-nots along the way. As we strolled along
he would pick the petals off of the flower, one at a time and say, "She
loves me, she loves me not." If the last petal picked was "She loves
me," he would lean over and kiss me on the cheek. However if the last
one was, "She loves me not," he would put his hands up to his eyes
and rub them and cry, "Boo! Hoo!".....He had to be my first boyfriend!