One Sunday in particular, we went to the ward (congregation) that Todd attended. After the main meeting (Sacrament Meeting), the children go to Primary. There are lessons and singing and all sorts of good things. Anyway, that day in primary the music leader was introducing a new song called "Love is Spoken Here". I loved learning new songs. It was like having a puzzle dangled in front of me. I HAD to solve it. So, I paid very close attention to everything that was taught. (This paid off, because they didn't start teaching it in my ward until the next month. And I totally knew it already.) The girls sing the first verse of the song and the boys sing the second verse, then join together to sing the third verse.
There are some wards where the little boys are very enthusiastic singers. Then there is the majority. So, my seven year old self was very interested in the melodious singing coming from the opposite side of the room.
I craned my neck around to see eight year old Todd Smith. I remember thinking, "Hm. He's a really good singer. That's Todd. I remember him. He cries when he gets teased."
I should mention that he didn't look at me once. Nor does he remember this event at all. Nor did he remember that I was even at Treasure Island all those years before.
He does, however, remember our anniversary. And my birthday....um, usually.
The next time I saw Todd Smith, I was 14 and he was 15. But that will be tomorrow's story.