I have thought and thought, but nothing worth writing about happened in my eleventh year. It wasn't a bad year, it wasn't a good year. It was just a year.

But when I was twelve... what a year! I fell in love. The kind of breathless, heart-stopping, going to explode with it, intense love only adolescents can feel. He was cute, he was a year older than me because I'd skipped a grade ( that was called enrichment back then) so I was twelve in Grade Eight, a year younger than my classmates.

And this wasn't love from afar. He noticed me! He sat beside me for half our classes, and we'd talk and whisper and joke and laugh together - certainly not pay attention to lessons. Mostly we talked about James Bond and The Man From UNCLE, which we both watched avidly. He didn't ever bother talking to any other girls. Yup, i was loved back, it seems.

I remember the way I felt then, and I have to say, it's straight from Twilight. The incredible intensity of first love. We never met outside of school. We never held hands, let alone kissed. He moved away at the end of the school year, and I never saw him again.

Which was really the only good way it could end when you're twelve.

Do you remember your first love?