Pegasus 2021-22

27 No one can tell me I’m too young

by Dafni Vitsou I was five or maybe six, I can’t remember, but that’s not what really matters actually. What really matters is that I met him… the love of my life. Or at least I thought so…

It was my first month in elementary school and I was not happy at all to have left kindergarten. My world was falling apart! I had six hours of lessons with a terrible teacher (she was kind, sweet and patient…), there weren’t any board games and puzzles to play during recess (even though I had actually thought they were boring…) and I hated my noisy classmates! (I still do, but anyway…).

My life was a mess!

It was a sunny Friday afternoon, and my friends thought it would be a nice idea to race from the classroom door to the big tree at the far end of the school yard. I always came last in races, but I did my best to reach the big tree, running as fast as I could. I was nearly there, trailing only two of my friends, when suddenly, what a shame, I tripped and fell right in front of a very tall, extremely handsome sixth-grade boy!

“Are you all right?” he asked me anxiously, as I got up trying to put on a brave face. I felt so embarrassed that I was short for words. I just stood there, looking at him, as if I was completely frozen. I would have definitely started crying, if he hadn’t been standing there. When he realized I was not hurt he said, “Be careful," breathed a sigh of relief, and left.

I was thrilled! He was the love of my life! The one and only! We would definitely get married and have three children. Suddenly, my scraped knee and my friends meant nothing to me. I was in love! But as I was standing on the schoolyard, speechless, watching him disappear in the crowd, I realized something that I should have realized so long ago (five minutes before, actually). He was twelve and I was six. He was almost an adult and I was just a girl. It could never work out! What could I, an ordinary mortal, do?