His name was Randy Richardson, about four
feet tall and always smiling. Randy had a big
round head with little hair just like Charlie Brown,
yet he was the love of my life at seven years old.
Randy was very sensitive so I kissed him. In those
days, being a tomboy, I wrestled many a boyfriend
down to the ground for a kiss.
I used to collect boyfriends, depending on what kind
of treats their mother offered when I came over. I
remember sampling blueberry pies and moist chocolate
cakes. Once I even had a piece of Carob cake from Jame’s
mother who was into health foods. It didn’t pass at all
for chocolate. Well then I grew older and stopped
my culinary attacks on the neighborhood boys.