u/KBerryTails__01

Tis my date of birth. Huzzah! Yay! 19 on the 19th!

I am an 18F.

Grade 1. Back when I was 6, I was in grade 1 of school. I saw a boy on the playground, a very cute one. His name is Mylo. The front of his hair swooped up, adorable, and I was smitten. I enjoyed looking at him during recess or in the bus line. In December, my class went over to his to watch a Christmas movie together and I remember I tried to sit near Mylo. I didn’t sit too close since we didn’t know each other.

Grade 2. The following year, I was 7 in grade 2. Mylo was in my class. I loved that. I talked to him and a friend in the bus line. He was kind and sweet and lovely and cute. I just wanna gush. He and I were friends. Once, I said ‘bye weirdo’ when he got onto his bus because he was a little weird. I was too, still am. We talked with another girl in that bus line, A.

We made family trees for a project, my mom helped me with mine. It was very good. I heard from my mom that Mylo was a little jealous/proud of mine. He thought it was cool since it was an actual tree, with leaves that flipped up to reveal pictures of family members and who they were in reference to me. Thinking back, I should’ve been like ‘it could be your family tree someday’. That would’ve been weird though, I was shy, not bold.

In that class, we had a point system. Those points were used to choose who we wanted to sit next to. I had the most points, I got to pick first. If I had been less shy, I would’ve picked Mylo. But I couldn’t, I was afraid. So I chose the girl with the second most amount of points, my bus-line friend A. She would sit beside me. And she picked Mylo. Mylo sat across from me. That was a great day. After that, I got to stare right at him. It made me smile. He smiled too. He chose someone to sit beside him and so on. I had stopped paying attention after our table of 4 was chosen. I had Mylo.

Grade 3. I was 8. Again, we were in the same class. For ELA, our teacher read us ‘The One and Only Ivan’ (a favourite of mine today because of back then). Mylo and I were in a group together to write stuff about it, with my newly-made friend B. B and I liked scribbling on the top of Mylo’s paper to play with him in a way, tease him. Then with my big eraser, I’d erase it. I liked being in that group with him, being able to lay on the carpet right next to him.

We switched groups after the book was done and had ‘talking-time’ or whatever. I was sad not to be in Mylo’s group anymore.

We moved tables around and I remember my desk moved near Mylo’s. I don’t know how to describe it, there were 6 desks, two were pushed up against another two and the last pair were on either end? I sat on an end. Mylo sat near me. Two other boys and two other girls were at that table. When Mylo looked at me when I first sat down, he put his hand on my arm. ‘Look, we have K’. I hid my smile with my arm, resting my head on the table. I think that was the first time I probably blushed. He had touched my arm…

At the time, I thought he just thought of me as a friend. Looking back, I think he had a crush on me too. What do you think?

Anyways, with that table arrangement, I remember a day where the other two girls weren’t there and me and the boys were. Then a different day where all the girls were there and Mylo, without the two boys. I thought it was funny, Mylo and I were similar and didn’t miss days.

One day, we were colouring and listening to music. I kept ‘obsessing’ (as my mom would say) over the fact that I got second place in a small school competition for colouring a milk carton on paper. I made my blueberry milk, it was second. Mylo hadn’t placed, he made skittle milk, but he didn’t stop me. He just listened. There was music playing, the teacher was controlling it. The song ‘Animals’ by Martin Garrix (censored) was playing. I was a silly child and said it wasn’t a song since it only had three word ‘we’re the… animals’. Mylo agreed with me.

We continued colouring. Mylo asked me why I didn’t go colour with the other girls on the carpet. I said I didn’t want to, and that was it. Really, I just wasn’t very close friends with any of them. I had two that I had only become friends with that year, and I liked Mylo better anyways. Looking back, I could’ve asked him the same, why didn’t he go colour with the boys. Maybe he wanted to stay with me. And he also wasn’t very close friends with them, I believe. We stayed at our desks and coloured together.

I loved grade 3, best teacher and I was such close friends with Mylo. And it went downhill from there…

Grade 4. Separate classes. I was shy and didn’t have the boldness to approach him in bus line or at recess. I wish I had. I wish I had asked my parents if I could hang out with him.

Grade 5. Separate classes. I saw him at recess and in the bus line. Halfway through the year, a bully moved to our school and she was mean. We had to patrol the crosswalks and she told me to stand the furthest away, but I was a bus student and bus students had to stand closest to the school in case their bus came. Anyways, she said I hit someone with the patrol flag (I didn’t, they would've said something if I did). And she told Mylo, and I started to cry. I was literally sobbing when I arrived home. My first ever bully told my crush I did something bad. (Mom found me crying and I told on the mean girl and she got in big trouble and left me alone. I didn’t talk to Mylo about it though, I should’ve. I don’t know why she told him.

Near the end of the year, we went on a field trip and Mylo said it was his week to patrol, so he was helping the group cross. That was cute, I remember staying near the back of the group so we could go onto the sidewalk together. I don’t think he noticed.

Stuff I don’t remember when it happened. Possibly just grade 2 and 3. We played capture the pin in gym and I ran to the other side to save Mylo, I touched his hand. And when we were on opposite teams during dodgeball, I’d dance around across the line from him and dodge the balls. During a day where we played HORSE (a basketball game), me and a different girl weren’t joining in because we were bad at shooting. We had our own net to practice. Mylo came over to ours, forgetting that it was not a place for him to play. He spoke to me specifically and said to pass the ball, I wanted to, I wanted to play with him. But he also wasn’t supposed to? I was saved by the fact that we had to start cleaning up for the end of gym.

I own a small little brush and mirror, a compact. It has Dora on it. I brought it to school when I was young, and in bus line, Mylo played with it a bit. Then he had to go because his bus arrived. I will always keep that brush, with the fond memories and the fact that he touched it.

I played basketball with some girls at recess, I didn't shoot because I was bad at that. It rolled away and Mylo was there. He picked it up and passed it to me. That made me happy, I touched where he touched.

Grade 6. 11 years old, in a new school. Middle school. I saw Mylo on a bike outside a new restaurant when my family and I went through the drive thru. I said nothing.

We were in separate classes, and for one week, one period a day, students switched around to do some ELA task. Mylo was in my group. He was handing out duotangs one day and was right beside my desk. He whispered who’s -my name-. That broke my heart. He didn’t remember me (or maybe just my name to my face). And before I could awkwardly speak up or something, he dropped the duotangs on accident and his friend moved to help, and his friend gave me mine. I wanted it to be Mylo. But I was hurt.

In the cafeteria at lunch, sometimes I looked at Mylo. Sometimes our eyes would meet and I’d look away.

Grade 7. Not much happened other than sometimes seeing him. And my mom started working as a full time EA (educational assistant). Grade 8. My mom was working in Mylo’s classroom. I was called into that classroom by her for just a minute to stand beside her and I looked at Mylo. My mom told me after the fact that Mylo and another boy didn’t believe I was taller than my mom, which I was, so that’s why I had been called in there.

During a recess, my mom was supervising the boys playing a little game of football. It was that mask-wearing time and I didn't have friends in my class or cohort (we were social distancing), so I stood near her and watched too. Specifically, I watched Mylo. I remember he stopped playing for a few minutes to talk to my mom. ‘Y’know mrs R…’. My mom said he did that a lot, starting with saying her name and then talking about a random thing in a serious way. Cute and funny.

Grade 9. We had one class together and never talked. Grade 10. I saw him sometimes. Grade 11. I got called hot by some random teenager while I had been in the process of daydreaming about Mylo. Stupid teenager. It was so weird. Mylo were in a grade12 ELA class together and in a grade11 phys ed. He talked to the teachers in a familiar way, it was funny to watch. There’s more, in my notes app, but I don’t feel like specifically listing when he looked at me or I looked at him.

Grade 12. 17 years old. Mylo sat next to me in an art class. But then he got a job and didn’t come back during that period. I noticed once that he got glasses, and he looked so extra cute. Then I think he stopped needing them as much. My notes app lists every day where I saw him, since that’s when I started actively writing down everything I could remember since I don’t want to forget my first crush.

At the end of the year, I got to hear his plans. Engineering, a scholarship to a university proviences (Canada) away. I was gathering confidence to talk to him at the graduation dance, but I never did.

I haven’t seen him since, but glancing at his profile on Facebook tells me he’s still at university. Good for him. Meanwhile, I’m overly attached to the past and can’t get over it. He declined my facebook friend request. I miss Mylo so much and I need to get over it. I feel like telling him and finding out if he used to have one on me would work, but I can’t talk to him! AHHH! I’ve been doing so good this whole year since graduation, but it having been a whole year now, I cant stop thinking about it. In my heart, I’m a hopeless romantic, a very straight girl in love with one specific boy.

TL;DR A long story, elementary to graduation, about my childhood crush.

I am an 18F.

Grade 1. Back when I was 6, I was in grade 1 of school. I saw a boy on the playground, a very cute one. His name is Mylo. The front of his hair swooped up, adorable, and I was smitten. I enjoyed looking at him during recess or in the bus line. In December, my class went over to his to watch a Christmas movie together and I remember I tried to sit near Mylo. I didn’t sit too close since we didn’t know each other.

Grade 2. The following year, I was 7 in grade 2. Mylo was in my class. I loved that. I talked to him and a friend in the bus line. He was kind and sweet and lovely and cute. I just wanna gush. He and I were friends. Once, I said ‘bye weirdo’ when he got onto his bus because he was a little weird. I was too, still am. We talked with another girl in that bus line, A.

We made family trees for a project, my mom helped me with mine. It was very good. I heard from my mom that Mylo was a little jealous/proud of mine. He thought it was cool since it was an actual tree, with leaves that flipped up to reveal pictures of family members and who they were in reference to me. Thinking back, I should’ve been like ‘it could be your family tree someday’. That would’ve been weird though, I was shy, not bold.

In that class, we had a point system. Those points were used to choose who we wanted to sit next to. I had the most points, I got to pick first. If I had been less shy, I would’ve picked Mylo. But I couldn’t, I was afraid. So I chose the girl with the second most amount of points, my bus-line friend A. She would sit beside me. And she picked Mylo. Mylo sat across from me. That was a great day. After that, I got to stare right at him. It made me smile. He smiled too. He chose someone to sit beside him and so on. I had stopped paying attention after our table of 4 was chosen. I had Mylo.

Grade 3. I was 8. Again, we were in the same class. For ELA, our teacher read us ‘The One and Only Ivan’ (a favourite of mine today because of back then). Mylo and I were in a group together to write stuff about it, with my newly-made friend B. B and I liked scribbling on the top of Mylo’s paper to play with him in a way, tease him. Then with my big eraser, I’d erase it. I liked being in that group with him, being able to lay on the carpet right next to him.

We switched groups after the book was done and had ‘talking-time’ or whatever. I was sad not to be in Mylo’s group anymore.

We moved tables around and I remember my desk moved near Mylo’s. I don’t know how to describe it, there were 6 desks, two were pushed up against another two and the last pair were on either end? I sat on an end. Mylo sat near me. Two other boys and two other girls were at that table. When Mylo looked at me when I first sat down, he put his hand on my arm. ‘Look, we have K’. I hid my smile with my arm, resting my head on the table. I think that was the first time I probably blushed. He had touched my arm…

At the time, I thought he just thought of me as a friend. Looking back, I think he had a crush on me too. What do you think?

Anyways, with that table arrangement, I remember a day where the other two girls weren’t there and me and the boys were. Then a different day where all the girls were there and Mylo, without the two boys. I thought it was funny, Mylo and I were similar and didn’t miss days.

One day, we were colouring and listening to music. I kept ‘obsessing’ (as my mom would say) over the fact that I got second place in a small school competition for colouring a milk carton on paper. I made my blueberry milk, it was second. Mylo hadn’t placed, he made skittle milk, but he didn’t stop me. He just listened. There was music playing, the teacher was controlling it. The song ‘Animals’ by Martin Garrix (censored) was playing. I was a silly child and said it wasn’t a song since it only had three word ‘we’re the… animals’. Mylo agreed with me.

We continued colouring. Mylo asked me why I didn’t go colour with the other girls on the carpet. I said I didn’t want to, and that was it. Really, I just wasn’t very close friends with any of them. I had two that I had only become friends with that year, and I liked Mylo better anyways. Looking back, I could’ve asked him the same, why didn’t he go colour with the boys. Maybe he wanted to stay with me. And he also wasn’t very close friends with them, I believe. We stayed at our desks and coloured together.

I loved grade 3, best teacher and I was such close friends with Mylo. And it went downhill from there…

Grade 4. Separate classes. I was shy and didn’t have the boldness to approach him in bus line or at recess. I wish I had. I wish I had asked my parents if I could hang out with him.

Grade 5. Separate classes. I saw him at recess and in the bus line. Halfway through the year, a bully moved to our school and she was mean. We had to patrol the crosswalks and she told me to stand the furthest away, but I was a bus student and bus students had to stand closest to the school in case their bus came. Anyways, she said I hit someone with the patrol flag (I didn’t, they would've said something if I did). And she told Mylo, and I started to cry. I was literally sobbing when I arrived home. My first ever bully told my crush I did something bad. (Mom found me crying and I told on the mean girl and she got in big trouble and left me alone. I didn’t talk to Mylo about it though, I should’ve. I don’t know why she told him.

Near the end of the year, we went on a field trip and Mylo said it was his week to patrol, so he was helping the group cross. That was cute, I remember staying near the back of the group so we could go onto the sidewalk together. I don’t think he noticed.

Stuff I don’t remember when it happened. Possibly just grade 2 and 3. We played capture the pin in gym and I ran to the other side to save Mylo, I touched his hand. And when we were on opposite teams during dodgeball, I’d dance around across the line from him and dodge the balls. During a day where we played HORSE (a basketball game), me and a different girl weren’t joining in because we were bad at shooting. We had our own net to practice. Mylo came over to ours, forgetting that it was not a place for him to play. He spoke to me specifically and said to pass the ball, I wanted to, I wanted to play with him. But he also wasn’t supposed to? I was saved by the fact that we had to start cleaning up for the end of gym.

I own a small little brush and mirror, a compact. It has Dora on it. I brought it to school when I was young, and in bus line, Mylo played with it a bit. Then he had to go because his bus arrived. I will always keep that brush, with the fond memories and the fact that he touched it.

I played basketball with some girls at recess, I didn't shoot because I was bad at that. It rolled away and Mylo was there. He picked it up and passed it to me. That made me happy, I touched where he touched.

Grade 6. 11 years old, in a new school. Middle school. I saw Mylo on a bike outside a new restaurant when my family and I went through the drive thru. I said nothing.

We were in separate classes, and for one week, one period a day, students switched around to do some ELA task. Mylo was in my group. He was handing out duotangs one day and was right beside my desk. He whispered who’s -my name-. That broke my heart. He didn’t remember me (or maybe just my name to my face). And before I could awkwardly speak up or something, he dropped the duotangs on accident and his friend moved to help, and his friend gave me mine. I wanted it to be Mylo. But I was hurt.

In the cafeteria at lunch, sometimes I looked at Mylo. Sometimes our eyes would meet and I’d look away.

Grade 7. Not much happened other than sometimes seeing him. And my mom started working as a full time EA (educational assistant). Grade 8. My mom was working in Mylo’s classroom. I was called into that classroom by her for just a minute to stand beside her and I looked at Mylo. My mom told me after the fact that Mylo and another boy didn’t believe I was taller than my mom, which I was, so that’s why I had been called in there.

During a recess, my mom was supervising the boys playing a little game of football. It was that mask-wearing time and I didn't have friends in my class or cohort (we were social distancing), so I stood near her and watched too. Specifically, I watched Mylo. I remember he stopped playing for a few minutes to talk to my mom. ‘Y’know mrs R…’. My mom said he did that a lot, starting with saying her name and then talking about a random thing in a serious way. Cute and funny.

Grade 9. We had one class together and never talked. Grade 10. I saw him sometimes. Grade 11. I got called hot by some random teenager while I had been in the process of daydreaming about Mylo. Stupid teenager. It was so weird. Mylo were in a grade12 ELA class together and in a grade11 phys ed. He talked to the teachers in a familiar way, it was funny to watch. There’s more, in my notes app, but I don’t feel like specifically listing when he looked at me or I looked at him.

Grade 12. 17 years old. Mylo sat next to me in an art class. But then he got a job and didn’t come back during that period. I noticed once that he got glasses, and he looked so extra cute. Then I think he stopped needing them as much. My notes app lists every day where I saw him, since that’s when I started actively writing down everything I could remember since I don’t want to forget my first crush.

At the end of the year, I got to hear his plans. Engineering, a scholarship to a university proviences (Canada) away. I was gathering confidence to talk to him at the graduation dance, but I never did.

I haven’t seen him since, but glancing at his profile on Facebook tells me he’s still at university. Good for him. Meanwhile, I’m overly attached to the past and can’t get over it. He declined my facebook friend request. I miss Mylo so much and I need to get over it. I feel like telling him and finding out if he used to have one on me would work, but I can’t talk to him! AHHH! I’ve been doing so good this whole year since graduation, but it having been a whole year now, I cant stop thinking about it. In my heart, I’m a hopeless romantic, a very straight girl in love with one specific boy.

TL;DR A long story, elementary to graduation, about my childhood crush.

I am a 18F. Back in the past, when I was 4 and went to preschool, I met a boy. Let’s call him Jay. Jay was great. I had a big crush on him. The front of his hair had a cool swoop, which was probably why I was first attracted to him. It was cool. Jay was kind.

I remember one day, during snack time, a different girl sat next to Jay. I was jealous because I had wanted to sit next to him and there were no other seats. I had other friends, but he was my best friend.

Another time, we had show-and-tell. It wasn’t my turn and it wasn’t Jay’s turn that day. We sat side-by-side and even laid back and were just staring at each other. He liked me too. But then the teacher told us to sit up and pay attention. She was a good teacher, but I believe I was grumpy in that moment because she ruined the moment between Jay and I. I didn’t care about the other kids’ stuff, I liked Jay.

My mom told me that I used to tell her that ‘Jay is a prince’ and that I wanted to marry him when we got older. I would say my mom is lucky to be an adult and married to my dad. I wanted to be married to Jay. I wonder why we never pretended to be dating. I could’ve had a kiss at 4-years-old, but no! I was going to wait. We also never went to each other’s houses, though we could’ve if we had asked our parents.

At the preschool graduation, I cuddled up against his side. My mom has pictures. I liked Jay so much.

The next year was Kindergarten and he went to a different school. I forgot about him and found a different crush. I only know what his real name was because my mom told me after the fact when I was telling her about my first crush.

tl;dr I had a preschool ’boyfriend’ and we were very cute together.

I wasn’t sure about seeing it at first, knowing how cluttered Despicable Me 4 was. Then again, this is a minions movie and I liked the other two. I did light research to know it was set during the 1920s and that it was ‘a copy of the first minions movie’.

The beginning dragged a little. It was funny seeing the ‘LEGO’ with the cyclops. It was interesting to find out there were more tribe, which explains why they didn’t get stuck in the ice cave with the others.

The minions excel in movies when they get into the film industry. True to real life. But then they couldn’t speak English very well. Poor minions.

It took a while to get to the monsters. Monsters, yay. Monster movie!

Meanwhile, we have a character called… ’Dorg’? ‘Dork’? Oh. It’s DORT. I actually couldn’t tell if he was a human in a costume or an alien robot. But he fell in love with a lady! Romance! And the minions helped. It was so cute. I love it.

Oh no, monster. Irene, the eyeball jelly. Goomi told her to eat Henry first and she was very determined to get him, ignoring everyone else. That was amusing. They don’t need to breathe air, they’re indestructible! Makes sense how James and Henry were able to stay alive inside the eyeball jelly.

Dort is an alien! YAY, he helped with all those minions in the ufos. Yay! I love Dort.

No more monsters. And a good movie!

James made his movie, Henry survived, why does Ed not have a statue in the beginning when it’s revealed he filmed the whole fight?

Dort and his lover, Debbie, have a robot child and baby. I love them. It’s revealed that James made the movie (not really) and it was so funny and cute.

And then the credits. So cute. Kevin, Stuart, Bob, Gru, the book and monsters. Agnes!

TLDR: I had low expectations and they were surpassed. Maybe I just have bad taste but I liked the movie.

Minions look weird with blue eyes, my sister said Henry’s eyes kept changing from brown to blue. If Dort has no fans, then I’m dead, because I love him.

My sister told/asked me about a show or maybe short film she vaguely remembers. Traditional animation? She’s not sure if the girl is a human or animal. I assume kids’ show, since it would’ve been animated and on the TV when we were young and she says we might've watched it a lot and then it stopped.

We live in Manitoba, Canada and mostly watched Disney Junior around 2012-2016? Maybe? It could’ve been PBS or YTV, we sometimes watched those channels. We have bell! If that helps… though my sister thinks it might've been a DVD.

All she remembers is a girl, maybe on a train (or something else), who is eating ice cream. And then two bad guys try to steal the ice cream but they’re stopped (by the girl?) and she goes back to eating ice cream.

My sister told/asked me about a show or maybe short film she vaguely remembers. Traditional animation? She’s not sure if the girl is a human or animal. I assume kids’ show, since it would’ve been animated and on the TV when we were young and she says we might've watched it a lot and then it stopped.

We live in Manitoba, Canada and mostly watched Disney Junior around 2012-2016? Maybe? It could’ve been PBS or YTV, we sometimes watched those channels. We have bell! If that helps… though my sister thinks it might've been a DVD.

All she remembers is a girl, maybe on a train (or something else), who is eating ice cream. And then two bad guys try to steal the ice cream but they’re stopped (by the girl?) and she goes back to eating ice cream.

I’m very new to Reddit and have jumped right into making a community because… I don’t know.

I need help from people other than the Reddit website. Mature, smart people that won’t wreck this subreddit before it even barely begins.

THE THING WONT SEND ME A STUPID EMAIL! AHHH-

I SOLVED IT