My early onset Alzheimer’s must be kicking in because I can’t remember where or when I took this Valentine’s Day Dance picture. It was either in Monroeville, Pennsylvania or Ledyard, Connecticut. Oh yeah, Pennsylvania, where I first started making short super 8 movies with the neighborhood kids as the cast when I was nine. Also, I just remembered the girl in the picture’s name. Chris Kale. She was a ginger. What a trip if she responded to this post. We must’ve been 13 because this is right after we got back from Yugoslavia. I remember I really liked her. She was so damn funny. I think all we ever did was kiss a little. (I don’t even think I had pubes yet) I really liked her personality. We always had a blast! Look how cool I think I am in my tan tinted aviators (my first pair of glasses) and my brown corduroy suit. I remember once going to the community pool with my brother and our babysitter when I was 9 or 10 in Pennsylvania. Our babysitter had red hair also. I was in my tight bright blue bikini-like Speedos. You could see the outline of my little prepubescent knob. Why did we dress like that? I wasn’t in the Olympics yet. Fuck it, it was 1975! And when our babysitter got into her bikini, my brother and I could see her bush poking out and growing down her thighs. WTF. We were so confused and weirded out. Oh, memories. Shout out to Chris Kale! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, everyone! #tbt #chriskale #valentines #younglove #puppylove @donnyosmond (at Monroeville, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt3eR33gTlw/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bd7vegnahiq8