Day 7, Sept. 5th
View from the top of Mt. Revelstoke, BC, Canada
My grade 4 classroom where Mrs. Burns ruled. Check out “The Whistler” for details.
John: I thought we were going to check into the campground?
Shelley: We are. But first we have to visit my grade 5 boyfriend, Wade, who works at the Revelstoke Fire Department.
John: Of course we have to.
Shelley: He was so cute. Dark curly hair. Piercing eyes. Not too short. Not too tall. An athlete. And smart. Man was he ever smart. I think he read at the Gold Level. Perfect. Like you.
John: Jeesh thanks.
Shelley: Before we were officially a couple, we had to go through the Official Grade 5 Dating Ritual. Do you know what that is?
John: Not really.
Shelley: I had one of my girlfriends ask one of Wade’s friends to ask Wade if he liked me. Wade gave his answer to his friend, who told my friend, who told me, “Yes.” Then Wade would use this exact channel of communication to ask if I would date him. Without deviating from this ritual, I sent back a “Yes.” At that point, it was official. We were a couple.
John: Which means?
Shelley: I would call Wade’s house, ask to speak to him, and when he came to the phone hang up. Oh my, my, my. Just hearing his voice would make me weak all over.
John: Did Wade ever call you?
Shelley: Only if he knew I wasn’t there. What in the world would we talk about? We were too tongue tied to say anything.
John: Now that I would have liked to see.
Shelley and John: Oh! Ha! Ha! Ha!
John: What happened when you were in school? Would you talk to him? Sneak a little kiss?
Shelley: Don’t be silly. Then our classmates would know. No. It was all very candlestine. Furtive glances across the crowded classroom. Gentle bumps into each other as we brought our school work to the teacher. You have to understand that we were just out of the Grade 4 phase, when, if you liked someone, you would pull their hair or tease them unmercifully. However, during assemblies, I do remember sitting next to Wade. But not talking. I can remember my heart racing, my body sweating, my hands shaking.
John: So, no hand holding?
John: Only once. Somehow Wade must have managed get his nerve up to ask me to skate with him at the hockey arena. We held hands as we skated round and round and round staring straight ahead without exchanging one word. I thought I would die of happiness. I was in love.
John: How long were you in love?
Shelley: I’m not sure. One day I decided I was no longer in love and that was that. Oh boy, we’re almost here. Karen, (A woman I met earlier that day, who I think might have been my classmate)
says he’s the Fire Chief. Imagine that. I could have been married to a Fire Chief.
John: Are you putting on lipstick?
Shelley: You bet. I want him to think, “Damn! I shouldn’t have let her get away.” We’re here. Whew! I feel like I’m back in Grade 5. How do I look?
Shelley and John