I started playing T-Ball when I was four years old with a church team. I don't know if I was any good because at that age, everyone got to play a lot!

One day I was up to bat and I hit the ball really far. I took off running. On the other team, there was a boy that I thought was really cute. He played second base. I remember running and when I got there, I stopped and started smiling at him. He just kind of looked at me like I was crazy. I guess all boys are grossed out by girls at that age no matter how cute we are. I heard Mamaw in the stands hollering "Run!!". Everyone was cheering me on to keep going because the other team still had not retrieved the ball.

I came to my senses and took off and made it home, a home run! I think if that boy had smiled at me too, it would have been better.

I don't remember that boy's name though he went to my church as well. I just know that whenever I recall my first crush, I remember that moment on the t-ball field. But, I think I fell in love everyday after that for a while. :)