My first crush was a fifteen year old girl at my church; I was four. I thought she was pretty and I followed her around everywhere. She didn’t feel the same way. I was just a cute little kid to her. She’s married now. It’s awkward to think about it now. I don’t think she remembers me, which is sad. I remember at bible day camp we were playing with water guns and her boyfriend at the time shot with water and I got angry and had my three sisters all at once attack him. That was my first crush. so.