of the major crushes I had was in fourth grade. I really liked a classmate, Tom. He like me as well and to show it we would chase each other all over the play ground and such.
One day while waiting for the bus after school Tom was chasing me down the sidewalk in front of the school. I was running as fast I could all the while with my head cranked around looking over my shoulder to see how close he was to catching up to me when BOOM! I ran right into a telephone pole.
I hit the pole so hard I saw stars just like in the cartoons and slid down the pole with the side of my face until I fell over on the ground. Oh how embarrassed I was and although Tom was concerned and checked to see that I was OK, he just trotted off home after that. I sheepishly walked over to the bus and slithered to the back seat. Needless to say I carried the scabby remnants of that incident for several weeks, slivers and all.