When I was four my family went on vacation to Martha's Vineyard. There I met a cute little girl. We made a tea date. I arrived wearing my blazer and chinos, ready for a lovely afternoon by the pool.

It was splendid as we sat there relaxing, tea cups in hand, forgetting our tough daily lives, pre-school and all. My mother paid us a visit. "Hello, Mommy." "Hi honey. What're you drinking?" she asked. "Tea." "Where'd you get the tea, baby?" "From there," I said as I pointed to the pool where my date was scooping pool water into the teapot. "You're drinking pool water?" "Uh-huh." "Don't drink that, it's bad for you!" "OK." 'Yeah right! Sure, whatever you say!' I thought to myself.

That night my family went out. After catching a bite to eat, we strolled down the main drag. My father was pushing me in my stroller when I was reminded of my date. How, you may ask? Well, all of the chlorine decided it wanted out and made a dash for the nearest opening. And out of my little mouth poured my chlorine-soaked dinner. It landed all over my little outfit. It was then I learned of the sting of love and all that I would do for it.

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