First Love

I can still remember my first love - the sunshine glinting on her auburn hair that hung long and waving past her shoulders; the smile that used to light up her face and the room, and which was usually to be seen all of the time; her voice, which could charm the birds from the trees. I was well and truly smitten and can still feel the pangs of horror when she told me she was leaving me. 

From that moment on I hated Canada for taking her away from me - I hated it with all the loathing that only a six year old can muster! 

Today I cannot remember her name, but then, she was only five years old, and rather a lot of water has gone under the bridge.