Mmmf.
Eoin Higgins writes:
I was six when Geraldine (we sat beside each other in Junior Infants) surreptitiously dropped her envelope of love declarations into my schoolbag. She was six-and-a-half. An older woman. I remember finding the card (above) when I got home from school later that day, delighting in her choo-choo-choosing me.
…There are other Valentine’s cards in my biscuit tin of romance, but Geraldine’s is still the one I treasure most. Not just for the precociousness of the verse contained within, but for the fact there is any verse at all…
Read on: A Boy’s First Valentine (Eoin Higgins, Image.ie)
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Time to move on, Eoin. Sheesh
I have no biscuit tin of valentines cards. Curse you, single-sex primary and secondary school!
:( The only card I ever got in National School was from a girl who was nuttier than a Marathon* bar (“Roses are Red, Your gonna be dead” was one of her contributions to my card). Good times.
*They’re called Snickers now you young whippersnappers
bleedin’ sluh
Ah now, 6 year olds can’t do joined writing
Someones telling porkies!
(Or you mam put it in your bag and signed it from poor Ger)