I first met Kathleen Marsceau when I was in third grade. (If you want to hear me tell my story, accompanied by a few illustrations, click here) to continue reading click the link below.
My mom, my siblings, and I had been attending church about five or six miles away from our home. Since my dad generally didn’t attend church with us, mom didn’t drive, and Dad had to work on some Sundays, Mom decided to start taking us to a church about a mile from our house. Kathy was the pastor’s oldest child. As a third-grader I had no interest in the red-headed second-grader. Over the next few years we became friends. It was a small church so we were often in the same Sunday School classes, etc. Even when I began to look at girls “differently,” I had no romantic interest in Kathy. She was just the preacher’s kid.
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me”