An old school friend posted a class photo from 1968 and I immediately spotted a picture of a girl I went out with when I was 15. She was 14. If you can call walking around holding hands and finding hidey-holes to hug and kiss "going out." Tiny village, nothing else to do. But she lived in the next village over from where I lived on northern Vancouver Island and I already had a Saturday job doing minor editing and layout at the local newspaper so it was difficult to find time to hitchhike over and see her. Anyway, one Monday morning I was informed by another teenager that "So-and-so is beating your time." Apparently she was hangin gout and doing goodness-knows-what with this other guy. My heart sunk and I was shocked and saddened by this turn of events. First girl to break my heart. I liked her. So when I suddenly saw her photo 50 years later my heart jumped in my chest. I had never seen a photo of her before and I recognized her immediately.