He had red hair and freckles and wore knee high socks with velcro shoes. Didn't we all in the mid-eighties! His name was Ben F. and supposedly he was my kindergarten boyfriend, although I have no real memory of boyfriend interactions with him. All I had to remember him by was a photo of our kindergarten graduation at Royer Park.
Fast forward to the first day of eighth grade History class at a brand new school and who should be sitting in front of me but Ben F. Only he was an eighth grade boy with the kind of body odor some eighth grade boys remain painfully oblivious to.
It was a long year.