My interest in boys was growing and growing. My friend Darla and I continued to attend Little League baseball games to cheer for the boys we were admiring from afar. The team, The Lions, were a winning team, so we had lots to be excited about. Ronnie and Dan were both fairly good players so Darla and I would jump up hollering whenever there was a good play. A home run would make us ecstatic. I don't think either boy knew we were in the stands, much less even alive. But I carved a heart with Ronnie and my initials in the sidewalk in front of a new bar being built down the street from my house. The carved heart with our initials would remain at that sight for over fifty years.
The other boy that interested me was the boy across the street from my grandparents. After visiting my Grandparents several times, the boy had approached come across the street and introduced himself. His name was Jim. He was my age and cute with brown hair, blue eyes and freckles across his nose. He seemed to be one of those rugged type of boys, playing sports and shooting his B.B. gun in his front yard. But after he introduced himself, every time I was at my Grandparents house Jim would come over and spend time with me. We would play cards and talk or just talk. I really liked him and he seemed to like me too.
The other boy who had attracted my attention was a friend of the bully across the street. I couldn't believe the bully could have such a cute friend. This boy was named Johnny and he was blond with blue eyes. I thought he was very cute and he would say: "Hey, baby!" whenever he saw me, which I found quite thrilling.
My relationship with Johnny never went beyond "Hey, baby", my relationship with Jim remained a card game with lots of conversation and my relationship with Ronnie remained cheering him from afar.