My first love was 19 when I was 16. I knew his family well and even 'ran away' for a weekend to stay with them one time.

I found his family on the Internet last year (unusual name) but couldn't find his. I dropped his cousin a brief note, but never heard back.

He wasn't well off, super gorgeous or very special in any particular way, but he was sweet and cared about me when I needed him.

That was 47 years ago and I still think of him now and then.