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Mother said it would happen, but I refused 

to believe. “There’s no way, that’s gross!” I 

would always repeat. I’ll get butterflies in 

my tummy, and stars in my eyes? That’s 

nonsense, absurd; I knew it was a lie. I 

might have been young, but she couldn't be 

right, there is no way I would ever like a 

girl, oh what a fright!

Well two years later and I’m eight years old. 

I’m starting to witness my mother’s words 

unfold. I felt a tingle in my belly during lunch 

today, and later I became tongue tied, to my 

dismay. I thought I was fine, I got the cootie 

shot two summers past. I thought I was 

cleared, but I guess that medicine wears off 

fast. I think it happened to me; in fact I am 

quite sure. I fell in love today, and I heard 

there is no cure. 

Her name is Elizabeth Marie; she has long, 

blonde, curly hair. She smells like country wood 

apples, and when I see her I can’t help but 

stare. I soon was determined to ask her out on 

a date. She is super good at four square, so it 

had to be fate. But how did I impress a girl? 

My mother never told me how. I was confused 

about love. I needed to think fast, and take 

action somehow!

It wasn’t too long till I knew just what to do! I’d 

shovel her driveway and make it look just like brand 

new! Girls like boys who can lift heavy stuff and 

shoveling snow was sure to make me look buff. So I 

grabbed a snow shovel and began the process. I dug 

and I dug to try and clean up that mess. Two hours 

I held that snow shovel in hand and ten blisters 

later I learned shoveling is much easier in sand. But 

I didn’t care, because Elizabeth was worth it. I 

shoveled some more, until I had broke it. Yes you 

heard right, I cracked that snow shovel in half! If I 

wasn’t so nervous, I might have just laughed. 

This would happen to me, just as I was about to win 

her love. I needed some help, so I prayed for 

guidance from up above. “Dear Lord”, I said, “I love 

Elizabeth Marie. I want her to love me back. How 

can I get her to notice me?” Right then from thin 

air, the dear Lord answered my cry. I was hit on 

the head by something that literally fell from the 

sky. I felt like Chicken Little, and had claimed that 

the sky was falling. Fortunately for me, I was given 

a calling. I bent down to pick up and observe the 

mystery. I instantly recognized what was provided 

for me. It was skinny and wooden with many bristles 

for a crown. It was the most beautiful paintbrush I 

had ever seen around.

Attempt number two, to win my love’s heart, had to 

be for me to paint her some of my beautiful art! So 

I took that beloved paintbrush and dipped it in 

paint, I was extremely ecstatic, I thought I would 

faint. But no, I did not, I painted away. I used 

that prized paintbrush and painted all day. I painted 

an apple, like the scent of her hair. I painted a big 

heart, to show her how much I care. I even wrote 

our initials inside of that heart. I used that great 

paintbrush to show her that we could never part. 

Flowers, and ponies, some stars and the sun; I 

painted them all, and I had only just begun.

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