Welcome to week #42 of the Marketing for Romance Authors 52-Week Blog Challenge. This week’s prompt is My First Love.
When I saw this week’s prompt, my mind went immediately to one person and has stayed there, no matter how hard I tried to steer myself in another direction. I tried to come up with a “love” I could claim that didn’t feel quite so personal, but no, my first love kept stealing his way into my head, pushing everyone else aside.
Who was he? His name was Philip Clayton, and he was my “boyfriend” when I was a very, very young girl. Our parents were best friends. Our dads served together in church. So did our moms. Philip’s mom loved to talk on the phone, and she any my mom would spend hours on the phone together. Louise was the only person my mom ever talked to for such a long time. I clearly remember climbing on my mom’s lap and hanging up on Louise in the middle of one of their phone calls. I guess I wanted my mom’s attention.
Because our parents were together a lot, Philip and I spent a lot of time together as kids. When there was a bazaar at church, Philip and I would hit the fishing booth together, check out the cake walk, and keep each other occupied while our parents were busy.
I stayed at his house when my mom was in the hospital giving birth to my baby brother. Philip wasn’t like a lot of boys. He didn’t like to play with trucks and cars. He didn’t roughhous, and I don’t remember him ever being into a sport. He loved to play TV and theater. Even way back then, when we were 6 years old, Philip was all about being an entertainer.
He qualifies as my “first love” because he was absolutely my best friend. He was also my first kiss. Yeah, we kissed when we were that little. I’m not even sure why, except I remember my sister and his brother taunting us and urging us to kiss. Maybe that’s why we did it. Maybe we were just genuinsly so fond of each other, we spontaneously showed our affection. Being little more than babies, it was a very quick, chaste kiss, but it was my first kiss with a real live boy.
We remained close until my family moved from Montana to Utah the year Philip and I turned 11. A few years later, his family moved to Utah, but we lived too far away to be really close and see each other more than occasionally. But Philip was still all about entertaining, and I went to every performance of his I could manage all the way through high school.
He moved on from school plays and started acting in ads for local businesses. Because we weren’t all that close anymore, I don’t remember how old we were when he left home and moved to NYC, but eventually he did. I remember how excited his mom was when we met just before Christmas one year (probably 1989) and she showed me the playbill from the Broadway production of Starlight Express. I think Philip was playing Eledctra that year because his headshot was a full page three pages in. I was so impressed, realizing thatmy old childhood friend,who had made me play “variety show” in his basement years earlier (I was frequently “the lovely wooden Carol Burnett” had made it to the big-time.
He’s in this performance at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade in 1987, but I can’t point you to exactly which one he is. All I kow is that he was a member of the original Broadway cast as Espresso.
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