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早恋这件小事 　　Two long black pigtails with pink ribbons on the sides of her face，2 to me Penny Thompson was pretty. This boldly talkative prettiness could not be ignored.3 Perhaps her wordiness colored the mysterious allure for my attraction to her.4 I also admired her for taking the lone bicycle ride to my house weekly for a visit. We were only first-graders. However， another beauty， Diane Cleaver， with cherubic face and welcoming smiles made her attraction more magnetic and compelling.5 A year earlier when our Kindergarten teacher presumably6 was not looking， we held hands and kissed. Such was our secretive behavior on the playground’s iron Junglegym， circular spinning merry-go-round，7 or even when lying on the bare carpet during nap-time in class. On days when Diane was the milk or cookie monitor， I could be certain to also gain her favor： extra sips from one of the few small waxy milk cartons with a plastic straw， or secretly munch extra honey flavored graham crackers.8 By the time we were to become first-graders， we had exchanged solemn9 promises to marry and live happily ever after. Penny’s visits， separated by our fence and pad-locked10 gate， did not give these dreams a chance. Yet， in matters of budding romance， the innocence of youth provides courage of boundless resolve.11 　　Being enrolled in Elementary school proper， and no longer seen as “babies” tied to our mother’s apron strings，12 brought more changes. Perhaps the Kindergarten teacher had reported my romantic behaviors to certain over-protective parents. Diane had not been enrolled in my Elementary school. Instead she attended private Catholic13 school. Although we lived on the same street， any boy was lucky to catch a quick glimpse of her outside once or twice a month. Her home was inside a brick fenced yard， and she was closely guarded. This love soon faded， and it was not because of Penny’s visits. My mother kept a sharp eye on us while listening through the open kitchen window. Romantic actions were