Christie ran up to me at the end of fourth grade with news of a new boy with red hair and freckles moving to our school the following year. She thought it was Andy moving back. That just seemed too good to be true and it was. The first day of fifth grade, we met Zach McHugh. He was funny, always quick with a smile, and blushed easily.
The next summer, Zach was at my favorite spot a lot: the neighborhood pool. We ended up joking around enough that Stacey even asked me if I liked him (but that's another nerve-wracking story). I got a letter from Zach while he was away at camp. He asked me to go out with him. I accepted secretly. We rode our bikes together, even going to get something to eat at McDonald's and enjoying it at the big park in a different neighborhood. We had a lot of fun together.
During this first dating experience, I was also going through a brief pyromania phase. I think Zach was going through something similar, because on more than one occasion, I remember him carrying matches or a lighter. (In fact, looking back, I wonder which came into my life first: Zach or fire?) One day near the end of summer, we had some sort of tiff while we were standing with our bikes outside the pool. I only remember that it ended with him teasingly trying to light my tire on fire and me riding away. When school started he broke up with me and I burnt the letters he wrote me.
All-in-all, we were a flash fire with no lasting evidence.
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