With his thick glasses and unruly blond hair, he was a perfectly cute 5-year-old. But through my kindergarten eyes, I saw him as tormenter. All because he kept tagging me with quick kisses, especially when we were seated in tidy rows awaiting storytime.

[This is my first of, hopefully, 365 daily 45-word posts about people that I have met over time. One word for each year of my life. I found out about the x365 project through Schmutzie, and thought it might jump-start my writing. Check it out – you might just want to join in.]