It's time for another prompt from the War Chest! Take a stab at this one:
Share your first experience with love. No ... not like that.
I remember the name of my first love, it was Tommy Joe. I was around six at the time, and in the first grade. For some inexplicable reason, my mother let me name my youngest brother after him. I think Mom let me name my brother because I ask her if I could name him. Even though I don't remember what he looked like, I still think fondly of my first love.
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