I was 13 at a summer camp in the woods. It was at the talent show in an amphitheater alight from a bonfire. Just 12, slim and comely, she sang “Send in the Clowns,” and I died for my longing. Somehow I met her that night. The whole week I tried to arrange it so we could be alone. And finally I got my first kiss. I’d see her one week a year until we grew too old for camp. There were other attempts to see her afterward, but she usually had a boyfriend.
Postscript: I never was right for her anyhow.