Memory #74

When I was in fourth grade, Gregory Hernandez asked me to go steady and tried to give me a ring. That scared me, and I ran away. The next day, my fifth grade brother and I were walking home from school together, and we noticed that Gregory was following us a little ways back. I decided to run home, and my brother said he would talk to him. When my brother came home, he gave me the ring from Gregory! I was so mad! The next day my best friend convinced me to tell Gregory I had thrown the ring in the trash can at school. I saw Gregory rummaging through all the wet lunch bags and old apple cores and spilled milk and I felt bad and gave him his ring back. He never talked to me after that, but he shot a rubberband in my eye a few months later and got in big trouble with the principal. I think I pretended like it hurt more than it did. I wonder about Gregory sometimes and hope he married a nice girl who loves him.