This thread was inspired, oddly enough, by the term 'steers and queers,' in another thread. That term brought up childhood memories of growing up gay in the American southwest and with them the memory of my first crush: Cliff.
I was in second grade and my heart soared the first time I saw him. His image is still vivid in memory: red and white gingham cowboy shirt with pearl snaps, brown cordeuroy pants, and cowboy boots. I simply couldn't wait for recess so as to be around him. And when he and his family moved away I was devastated. Being seven in that era and culture, I didn't understand the feelings I was having and as a result had no one I could talk to about it. Still...the memory lingers now in a happy fashion.
So what was your first crush like?