So there I was, reading Ramblings of a Third Grade Mind and enjoying a laugh over Big Bird, when suddenly a comment posted there by Aola brought back a never-really-forgotten memory of my own “Sesame Street Days.”

Susan Bonar was a serious crush for me in grade school. I’m sure she’s not related to whomever Aola mentioned, but the last name was the same. So serious was the crush that a young friend and I rode our “stingray” bicycles for a couple of hours through the snow along a back-country road near Munford, Tennessee, just to stare across a snow-covered cotton field at her house.

I seriously doubt she ever knew either about the crush or about our visit. I never talked to her, even at school; I simply stared. And I doubt anyone from the house saw us across the field; so far away were we that I think we were actually drooling over her father that day.

Ahhhh, the memories.