2,014 minus 1,988 equals how many years back I just time traveled

Rolled out of the old Emerson garage today, me and my fellow biker chick, and we headed down the block toward Ye Olde Town Library. "Let's slow down for the stroller..." Wwwwaaaait a second. Jason Raymond. The first boy I ever kissed. Walking toward me with a kidlet in a stroller. Aaaaaaand we are clear for meltdown, Zoe. Integrity of training wheels in question...emotions running high; frustration, tears, panic. Uh, come on Zoe, umm, got a little situation here, what? I, uh, let's get going, your training wheels are not coming loose, let's just go, okaaaaaayyyyy. Very smooth. As per the usual.

That's all. I mean I grew up here. It's not that surprising. Maybe the timing, er...no, it's a nice day, he's off for the summer, he lives a couple blocks from here. Big deal.

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I'd have check my 8th grade diary to be absolutely positive, but there's a super high chance that the kiss happened on or very close to this day, right after 4th of July, during the afternoon showing of Beetlejuice at the Prospect Theater on Main St., in 1988. On the spot where condos now stand. Steps from where I was standing today.

After the movie I never saw him again until winter 2010 at a school reunion. Wrote about it the whole summer before high school. I couldn't understand why he never called me. And naturally since he didn't call, it meant I was undesirable. Girls didn't call boys in those days. Not nice girls, anyway.

So that's 2 sightings. Who's counting.