my first girlfriend.

i met tara in sixth grade.
we were in the same religious school class.
same synogogue.
i hated her.
she hated me.
i called her tennis ball tits, because, well, at that age - 11 or maybe 12 - her breasts were particularly poignant.
i was awed. and so i stared at them and made fun of them, and i made fun of her. and she spit right back at me.
and i couldn’t stop thinking about her.