My first crush on someone other than a TV star or singer didn't happen until I was fifteen. We lived near a saw mill and I started noticing one of the guys working there (probably 25 years old, if not older) looking at me as I walked home from school. He was dark skinned, had black hair and never wore a shirt. I've never wanted to attend school as much as I did during the few months this handsome dude watched me walk home after getting off the bus. One memorable day an older worker yelled at my shirtless god, 'Buck, better quit lookin' at that jailbait'! Her daddy finds out it won't be good'. Now I had a name to pin on my daydream and I cherished it, turning it over and over in my mind for days, repeating it like a mantra. The one black day Buck was just gone. Fired or quit, who knows, but my dreams of living happily ever after with my saw mill crush were forever dashed.