Cy was my first love. I was around 10 and he was 11. I adored him, I looked forward to times when our parents would get together so I could see him and he would show me his rock collection and pocket knives. I had such a crush on him and just like other girls I hoped he felt that way too. He, being a boy, probably didn't. But maybe the thought did cross his mind a time or two because one day while he was visiting our house I was peeling potatoes. That's one thing I'm kind of sloppy about, I peel them way too thick and hardly ever take the time to peel them right. After he watched for a little while he said "I'd never marry you, Diane. You peel the potatoes way too thick!" Shortly after that we both went our separate ways and neither looked back. But I can't help wondering how it would have been if I peeled the potatoes nicer. Diane
