I was 12 years old, his name was Robert Evans, and he was 14. He and his friend had followed my friend and me about on bikes one weekend until they got to talk to us.We went for a walk early on the next evening...all very innocent, and then I got my first kiss.
I met him for about 6 weeks and then got fed up having a boyfriend, when I'd rather be with my friends.
He wrote to me two years later and we met again, but I obviously didn't come up to how I seemed in his memory, so he didn't get in touch again! Also he'd learnt not to be so innocent by then, and I was having none of it, and it put him right off!
Robert Evans...wonder what happened to you...