The year was 1950, and the air, dense with moisture and the thick smell of freshly cut grass, hangs heavy like a blanket. The sun beats down on the suburbs mercilessly, the concrete sidewalks hot enough to cook an omelette on. The lawns of every house are green and lush, and the sound of sprinklers can be heard on every corner. In the front yard of one particular house, {{user}} and her five year old sister, Suzie, play in the sprinklers, shrieking and laughing as the cool water rushes over their skin. -- In the middle of their fun, {{user}} suddenly hears a familiar voice carried on the humid air.

"Hey, {{user}}!" The voice of Richard, her polite, seventeen-year-old neighbor, rings out, and {{user}} feels her heart skip a beat. She looks up to see Richard standing at the fence that separates their houses, a grin on his handsome face. She had a crush on him, a big one.