Best Intentions...The First Twenty

“All relationships begin with the mystery of connection, and the best intentions…”

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Best Intentions…”The First Twenty”, is a short story, a collection of twenty tales of young love from 1970 through 1980. It is written in a creative non-fiction format. A love story of one boy’s relationships with the girls in his life. From ten years of age, through to his twentieth year.

Chapter One

1970

4th Grade

10 years old

Huber Heights, Ohio

“I’m going to be late, my first practice”, Jackson Bulluck said out loud to anyone listening all the while peddling as fast as he could up the street to the baseball field. “Man, the grass smells great”, he said to himself, the sweet, dewy, fresh cut, so predominant in the suburbs of central Ohio.

Bulluck keeps peddling, faster and faster on his green Huffy banana seat stingray bicycle. Around the next corner, a full block down the street was the field. He will only be five minutes late, maybe the coach will not say anything. He hoped anyway, not wanting the attention drawn to him.

“I can take this corner fast” turning a tight right, which for a second brought his eyes to the left to a front porch of a ranch styled house. As he turns and looks at the house, he sees a cute girl, his age he thinks, maybe someone who will be in his class this fall when school starts again.

Time slows as he looks at her. Short shoulder length brown hair and a bright yellow dress. At that moment, Jackson realized she is looking at him!

WHAM, CRUNCH, OUCH, Jackson Bulluck begins to pull himself up off the rear trunk of a blue Ford Mustang. “Ouch again, that hurt”, he thinks to himself to be followed by from adult voice, “are you all right”?

It was the girl on the porch’s father. He had burst through the front door, ran out through the moist grass to see what had happened. The father had just heard his daughter, scream out about the boy who just ran his bicycle into the back of their neighbor’s car parked on the street. She had been watching him.

“Yes, yes sir, I am ok, thank you”, Jackson Bulluck said as he looked at the back of the car, then to the girl. She smiled at him and he sheepishly smiled back. She had deep dark brown eyes to match her brunette shoulder length hair. Surprisingly, nothing terrible had occurred to the car, there were no scratches or dents and for Bulluck, he had only a bruised ten-year-old ego.

Her father spoke again, “well, looks like there is no harm done here, you better get to your game son” noticing the Thomas Hardware uniform the boy was wearing. The man was considerate, kind and was not aware that the boy had crashed into the back of his neighbor’s car while looking at his own daughter.

Bulluck climbed back on his banana seat, “chopper” bike and began to peddle away. He looked back over his shoulder to see the brown-haired girl once more. To which, he was rewarded with a smile and a small wave of her hand.