I was a little girl, I do not remember how old, but I must be 8 or 9 years old, I only know that I was in school age and we made a trip for vacation, the whole family was there, my grandmother, my mother, my mother, my sister and me, my grandmother had a great friend with whom she worked for many years and although she had moved to another state, they kept in touch and being a nearby state it did not take long to get to her new home, so they planned a trip to a beautiful place.

This beautiful place is known in my country as Chichiriviche the road was long, because we went by car, this lady friend of my grandmother's named Antonia, had a daughter and she in turn had if wrong, I do not remember 2 sons, but I remember only one of them, because I had a crush, such would be the crush that I clearly remember his name Andres.

Now that I think about it I think I have always had a weakness for boys of the opposite sex with light eyes, this boy was older than me and had beautiful green eyes and his skin color was cinnamon, it is impressive that I do not remember many details of the trip, but yes that, hahaha.

As the trip was in a vehicle I remember clearly that during the trip they made us listen repeatedly to ABBA songs (Dancing Queen, Mamma mía, Voulez vous), you can imagine what year it was and I also believe that a Willie Colón record was present, as the trip lasted for hours they made stops and the children gathered us in some vehicle so that we could keep each other company, watch us better and they sat us at the same table during those stops, I felt and I say it in a very graphic way, flying as illustrated in the cartoons, flying in a cloud every time I saw Andres, what an asshole! , Now it makes me laugh, but at that time for me it was something very serious.

Obviously, I was in love or crushed alone, he saw me as a little girl with whom I was sharing a trip, the granddaughter of grandma's friend, but I sighed for that boy deeply, the beaches were beautiful, I was terrified to get on the boats to get to the keys, but as long as I was close to that first love nothing mattered.

As expected this ended in nothing, because I was in love alone and as I said, Andres saw me as a child and so I returned home, in love alone and keeping memories of a nice trip to a paradisiacal place, with a boy older than me, who I loved.

Thus ends my participation in the Weekend-Engagement #137, I say goodbye until another publication and do not hesitate to leave in the comments box, your impressions about this experience that I have shared with you, maybe you have your own story and want to share it with me.