Yeah.. :)

I was six years old, living in an apartment complex at the time. I met him by the pool, if memory serves. He was my first crush.

He was a little blonde boy with a speech impediment. He was so cute.

I only recall little snippets of memory of my time with him...

He said "Lellow" instead of "Yellow".
He left his soda sitting on a bench while we played. He took a drink. There was a bee in the can that stung him when he took a drink. He cried and cried, I was scared out of my mind.
He was taken to the hospital. He was alright. When he got back he said, "That bee was yummy in my tummy!"

We sat in his closet telling scary stories. He makes a figure eight on the wall using the light of a flashlight and calls is something like "the evil eight" or something like that. It's fuzzy...

And of course, my favourite.
We used to hang out with the preteens/teenagers (I can't remember how old they were... older than us) in the apartment complex. We would have all sorts of adventures and mysteries.
Me and colt were sitting in his room on the second floor by an open window. The teenagers walked by, a few on bikes, and called us lovebirds.
Colt says, with that cute baby-like voice, "We're not LOVEBIRDS"
We were embarrassed of course, but kept on playing like we always did. :)

I don't remember if I said goodbye when we moved.

But I wish I could see him again. Ask him if he remembers me like I remember him.

That boy named Colt.