My First Love-Personal Narrative

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My First Love-Personal Narrative I once jumped off a two-story building just to prove how much I adored a girl. At the early age of eight, I have to admit that I was already a kid full of hormones. I have always known that I am attracted to the opposite sex. I love being around them, but I was always too shy to express my feelings towards them. Sandra was the kind of girl that any guy would fall in love with the minut he laid his eyes on her. Like a goddess, she had long silky hair, big sparkling eyes, and the most luscious lips. The first time I saw Sandra was on the first day of my first grade. I was immediately attracted to her. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen at that point of my life. I knew right at that moment that I had to do something or anything to let her notice me. I wanted to talk to her but I was too shy. I drew my courage together and finally went up to her to introduce myself. She responded with a cute giggle and told me her name. As I was walking away from her, she gave me a dazzling smile that stuck with me to the present. As soona...

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