I recall one of the first homosexual thoughts that I had, way back when I first moved to Danville in 3rd grade. Just around the block was this really cool blond guy, Johnson, I think his name was. Taller than me, he treated me like a younger brother, brought me along to bike rides and random strolls around town. It was a great summer. Then he left, for what I can't recall, whether college or something. For the rest of the summer, I hung out with his younger brother, who somehow had dark brown hair, and was really pale in comparison. I'm thinking it's because of this experience that I now have a thing for tall and skinny guys. Hair don't really matter. Kinda heart, isn't afraid to ask me to do things with him, anything, to share a passion with me, and share passion. *sigh* here my depression comes again....

Tags: bike, boys, brother, crush, memories, summer