When I was in first grade, my eye was immediately caught by a tall girl with blonde pig tails. She had the same last name as I, though she was of no relation. I was intrigued by her beauty, and was just itching to get her attention. But whether she did it purposely or not, she never looked my way.
Nowadays I still believe in the innocence of first graders, but standing outside the school door one day at dismissal, she was talking with some of her friends. She was on a raised, three step concrete podium that led to the main stairs that led down to the highway. Tired of being ignored, I went and pushed her down those three steps – yes, pushed her down the stairs. And she was my first love!
When the discussion comes up of original sin, I know of the malevolent instincts we all hide. I am grateful for a place called confession where I can go and tell God I’ll try to be more honorable the next time.