... of the opposite sex?
It was the summer of 1966; I was a few months shy of being 13; it happened on our church ground.
I was hurrying between two vehicles to get into the building, when someone blocked my way.
Annoyed, I looked up to find this cute, cute guy looking at me appreciatively.
He asked my name.
I froze and blushed profusely, agitated and confused at the tingling feeling in my tummy.
I didn't bother to answer him, but turned in the opposite direction and rushed into the safety of the church.
I sat down beside my mother, took her fan and fanned myself furiously!
Afterwards, I told an older sister about the incident.
She gave me an envious stare and chided me for being so doggone shy.
Ah, memories ...
Syl