I admit I kissed a lot of girls at that age and I was particularly susceptible to the charms of A who used to stroke my back during story time. R was in the same year but made no impression on me. I guess she didn't go in for kiss-chase. She didn't play chess either, but that's another story.
I don't remember what changed but from one moment to the next she went from being just another class mate to the most beautiful girl in the world. R had long, straight, brown hair and was very bright. She was friendly and easy-going and was not the least bit interested in me.
My new school was boys only and the routine was long hours of study and sport. I didn't kiss a girl for another six years.
The years went by, slowly ebbing into the present. Love came and went. Now I am alone, but as skittish and hopeful as that long ago summer.