Day Dreaming

My mom called me the other day. She said she had been out in her front yard when a car stopped. A man asked her if she reconized him. Yes she said, then she told me his name and I felt my heart skip a beat. It was the boy who had lived across the street from us when we were teenagers. I was allowed to have my first "real" date with him.
I was fourteen, he was fifteen. We went to a Sunday School party.
His dad took us, but it didn't matter. It was my first date!
We claimed each other as girlfriend and boyfriend all summer, running out of the house to say hello when one or the other would come out in the yard. Giggling, laughing, holding hands and stealing a kiss. Aww but young love is just that and with the fall my dad got orders to move to Maryland where we lived for the next ten months.
I turned fifteen found a new boyfriend. His life moved on to a new girlfriend. Time changed us both and when we moved back to the same house in the fall before I turned sixteen we didn't really know each other any more.
We did however remain friends, doing some double dating together, he went on to marry and so did I. We lost touch over the years.
I was a bit surprised he stopped in to see mom.
He asked about me and left his me his phone number. Said give him a call, just to catch up on old times. Why does he want to talk to me? Doesn't he know I have gray hair. Where did these grandkids come from. How did I gain all this weight.
Do he know I am OLD....
Awww but for a moment....just that one moment. I was fourteen again.