The first that comes to mind was Peter Ward. He was 3 years older than I and used to come over to our farm to hang out with my older brothers. I was 5 at the time, Sometimes he came over and my brothers weren't home. I thought he was the best thing since sliced bread, and once he kissed me on my cheek behind the barn! I was in heaven, and to be honest, that crush lingered on the back burner, so to speak, right into high school. (I obviously attached much more meaning to that smack than he did!) I even got so bold as to call him the summer after I graduated from high school and let him know that if he ever wanted to take in a movie or something, I'd be available. Since he didn't jump
In first grade, I sat behind Eric Weed. He had blond shorter-than-buzz-cut hair and deep dimples. I tried to get his attention by putting a tack in his chair when he went to use the pencil sharpener. When he returned to his seat, he sat on it and let out a yelp, which got the attention of our teacher, Miss Young. I ended up getting the palm of my hand spanked with a ruler (such corporal punishment would probably open the school to lawsuit today!). As for Eric, he obviously totally missed the point!
Then there was second grade I sat next to Terry Fortin. I remember he was a little chunky (probably shopped in the Husky department) and had black hair and freckles. I thought he was pretty cute. Once again, I got bold and wrote him a note. "Dear Terry, I love you. Do you love me? Eva." The insensitive clod wrote back "Are you CRAZY?" and totally crushed my crush! (Actually, Terry grew up to be a very nice person, even though I probably never forgave him his crassness until now.)
The last "unrequited crush" I remember was Buster Bean. I don't think Buster was his real name, but he had come to spend the summer with some neighbors and soon discovered there were several boys down the road (my older brothers) and started hanging out at our house quite a bit. I would have been 10 or 11 at the time and he was probably 15. He did not know I existed. He had a mad crush on my older sister. ( To be fair, she was 14 or 15 and had boobs. I didn't even have buds yet!) This time the shoe was on the other foot. As much as he mooned after sis, she couldn't stand him. Of course my brothers teased my sister unmercifully about him, which didn't help his cause one bit! Even when during a game of "kick the can," when she deliberately kicked the can in his direction, and he ended up with a bleeding cut on his ear. his ardor didn't cool. He spent the summer trying to gain her attention, while I pined away in the background. Sometimes there's just no justice!
How about you? Anyone else out there willing to share their early heartthrobs?
note: the names of the fellows in this post are real; it isn't my intention to embarrass any of them, but maybe to explain my goofy conduct as a silly, enamored child. I harbor no ill-will to any of them; it obviously was bad timing on my part; they were just too young to recognize and appreciate my adorableness! I remember them all with fondness.