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Kim and Peter

Falling in Love at 4 Years Old

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Cooties, schmooties. From birth, I thought boys were fantastic!

To my four-year-old girl friends who thought otherwise…well, I don’t understand your reluctance. Boys were awesome! (Unless you were gay. Then I completely understand, though I didn’t at the time.)

Peter was my first boyfriend. It was a pre-school kind of infatuation – the kind most would quickly dismiss. But not I.

He was the Goldar to my Silvar (a bad but popular 1970s’ reference to Space Giants).


While I might now balk now at his 50-foot, lion-haired Goldar character and my meek, metallic Silvar, at the time we reveled in our roles. We zoomed around the playground, pretending we were rockets saving the world from evil.

Peter hung the stars and the moon as far as I was concerned.

Our Presbyterian pre-school was spiritual, but when he joined my 4th birthday party, I don’t think we focused on God.

Surrounded by friends and family, my mind centered on my crush and he on me, so much so that my mother snapped this photo of our innocent relationship in action, ignoring everyone else for the moment.

Kim and Peter

But pictures taken that day go beyond that. These Polaroids portray two pre-schoolers holding hands as I make a wish on my cake and our basking in his gifts, books and a MASH doctor doll.

Thirty-plus years later, it would be easy for me be snarky, as is often my nature.

While I’ve long since stopped celebrating Valentine’s Day (as my friend Kristen eloquently captured why), I haven’t quit celebrating romance.

I’d like to think that Peter and I exchanged sweet, simple cards, that we carefully picked heart-shaped candies to place in each others’ Valentine’s Day bags. Most of all, I’d like to think that 4-year-old love is actually possible.

But who knows? What do you think?

(This post was prompted in part by The Daily Post: It’s Friday, I’m in Love.)

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20 thoughts on “Falling in Love at 4 Years Old

  1. I don’t know if it’s possible. I, for one, was going to marry my cat Max, so…that’s about as far as my pre-school romances went.

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  4. Hahaha, this is awesome! Thanks for sharing.

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  6. How adorable! Thanks for sharing!

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  7. Very cute. My mom tells me I once came home from kindergarten (I must have been around 4-5 too, then), and boldly declared that a girl called Irene was “the most beautiful girl in our group, and one day I will marry her.” So there’s that.

    But then I promptly forgot about girls and focused on epic train-sets and Legos for a good chunk of my time. So there’s that, too.

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    • When I told my mother I was writing this post, she said, “Oh you were definitely in love. We couldn’t get you to stop talking about Peter.” Gotta love first crushes! But I was a Lego lover too…that and the building blocks my father made me were my favorites.

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  8. I did, in fact, meet my husband when we were four. Preschool love can happen. It is real! But it is absolutely not a fairytale.

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  11. Such a cute story! i don’t remember that TV show at all since my brother usually controlled the TV.

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  12. I LOVE that there are pictures! Absolutely adorable. This is a great post 🙂

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    • Thank you! The photos crack me up. I’ve seen them many times over the years, but this was the first time I noticed the handholding. Couldn’t help but smile all day after that. 🙂

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