The Most Beautiful Boy
Travis West
At first I didn’t see her. I saw my friends. Everyone was gathered on the corner in front of the daycare center; laughing, playing with their Transformers or He-Man action figures, and using the juniper bushes on the corner as a makeshift fort.
It’s difficult to remember the names of the neighborhood boys I ran around with in 1984, but I’m positive there were some Jason’s and Jeremy’s. Half of the guys from my generation are named Jason or Jeremy, so I’m sure there had to be at least one or two of each hanging outside of the daycare that day.
The daycare center had been a grade school from my parents’ school days until I was a toddler, although I don’t remember it being so. It took up half of the block and had a nice big playground the neighborhood ki
