Yours to claim forever

I would lie if I say that I it was until I had eighteen when i met him. We attended to the same kindergaden. I was two years younger than he is. And if I think about, since the very day one, when we first met, we had troubles. You'll see, I was barely 3 years and a half, I had just mastered to go to the bathroom alone, in school we had those tiny toilets for toddlers to use, but exactly at that day and that hour, the janitor dismissed me to use the bathrooms for elder kids that were just crossing all the classrooms of the kindergarden section of the school. It was a dangerous thing to do, since I was in the base of the chain at that moment. Elder kids had their recess to play, and always there were the big boys around 5 or 6 years old playing football soccer across the yard that was just outside the classrooms. But I was about to pee on my self and i passed so quickly that I had no trouble passing through. I relieved myself and even when I got my skirt a little wet by not having a secure grip on it while i was at the toilet I felt happy that was the first time I was going by myself without having so much troubles... I was so clumsy since a very young age that I was constantly scolded by the adults, no matter what who they were, but I was always using the "emergency change of clothes" that our moms left at the beginning of the year.  So I was having a lot of thoughts, that I barely noted the bell that indicated the end of the playtime of the elder kids. so, they had to stop playing and go to their classrooms soon. A teacher just scolded them by keep playing when i had to pass through again. I was having a lot of thoughts that i didn't see it coming... The ball just hited me in the right side of my face, and I was thrown to the decorative sidewalk. the worst part after the feeling of a snap at my cheek was my elbow. I just got a big scrape on it, that it was starting to burn. No one of the boys helped me. they just runned away. I tried to shout to them and they only made fun of me.  That's the first memory of him. The boy with the light brown hair... but the most characteristic of him was the haircut. You'll see. I live in Mexico, and here on the 90's the boys who had a haircut like Coconut head was called something that I would translate like "Potty haircut". It was because people said that boys or even girls with that hairstyle seems like if someone put a potty on their hairs to guide them to make the haircut. It was always funny to imagine someone actually doing that, and I had nobody near to me wearing that outdated hairstyle. Yes, that was the reason I remember him, just by his haircut. Not a very amount of boys actually wear that style. it was the fashion the militar style or combed hairstyle for boys. Of course I didn't have the chance in that exact moment to know his name. but it was nearly the end of the year, and soon I would have my second yearbook and judged by his appearance I would know it soon.  _TIME SKIP_  In summer vacations, me and my older sister used to take our yearbooks to laugh at the full names of other kids. Since I just have learned to read just in time to enter to elementary school, I was six years old. I never forget the boy who shoot the ball right to my direction to make me harm. I thought about that accident, and there was no way to think about it. We actually made eye-contact before he gained speed and strenght to shoot the ball right in my direction. the last two summers I always searched for his foto, but this time, I can know his full name and make fun of it. And you'll see, in Mexico, we have both of our parents first last name, so we have to last names. But some people still thinks that their children needs more than one name, and the funny thing of it is they are not very beautiful names. In our school a lot of the children had a fully mexican last name combined with a foreign name. french names were predominant, but you could still find some german, and english names, the most rare names were the spanish names, because a lot of the spanish flashy names came from Cataluña or País Vasco. My best friend was one of them, she had an entire flashy name that my dad told me to be spanish. She never mentioned it, but she would leave to live in Spain after a year, and I would loose contact with her forever.  So, the boy who on purpose made me harm, hadn't a flashy name or even was part of the "cream and cream" of our little town.  When we were bored, we liked to match sibilings by their last names, and wonder if they had family resemblance or not. With the kids with foreign last names was easy, even you could match cousins, but with kids with fully mexican last names it wasn't that easy. So I found that probably he had an elder sister the age of the second of my brothers in age. in the childhood, they didn't seem to have much resemblance, he was light brown hair, and she had a very beautiful black hair. she was a little chubby girl, and he was at least at that moment, a skinny boy. I couldn't find anything in their faces that indicated that they were sibilings, but it was common too. there were sibilings that were completely oposites and I didn't know if it was the case or not. I had no interest in know it, he was just a stupid boy who hit me on purpose and that's all.