When I was five years old, I made my first friend in kindergarten: his name was Kirk and he was a redhead. And I loved Kirk. I called him "Cookie." I vaguely remember being invited to his birthday party - probably because we were in the same class rather than his actual wanting me to be there.He moved away shortly thereafter. I remember being devastated. So much so that even to this day, every time I see or meet a redheaded "Kirk" who is around my age I secretly wonder: is this him?
BEHR HUGS
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Here's hoping we both find our "Kirk's" again some day. Have a great weekend Mark.
Hugs,
Stan
who is the picture. he is so cute
Sweet story - what a memory to hold for so long!
Bring me a bottle of Miss Clairol #64Red and I'll let you call me Kirk all you'd like.
nice story...
Have you tried finding him online on facebook or other social websites?
well he's hot
I can remember being devastated when a friend would move away never to hear from them again. I'd think they didn't love me like I loved them.
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