woodguru wrote:
I liked a girl in about 6th to 8th grade named Elizabeth, guys would call her lizard and I'd tell them to knock it off. I'd walk home with her since we lived about a block away. We moved from the area. 20 years later I was visiting my friend that called her lizard and asked him what ever happened to Elizabeth...he said oh my god, you wouldn't believe what a knockout she turned out to be, easily the cutest girl in the school.
Just my luck moving away when I had the inside track...
Hate when that happens! We moved about every 3 years when I was growing up and I count two missed opportunities during that time span.๐ซ