By: Travis Naughton
When I was a fourth grader at Mark Twain Elementary School in Hannibal, Missouri, I had a major crush on a girl named Stacy. (Full disclosure: I also had a crush on Elizabeth and Lori and LeAnn and—well, you get the point.) Stacy was cute as a button and smart as a whip. She was strong and confident and, quite frankly, a bit intimidating to a shy kid like me. That’s why I never had the guts to tell her that I liked her. Although my feelings for Stacy were very real, it just wasn’t meant to be. Stacy’s heart was reserved for a boy named David. David was a good-looking lad who was every bit as intelligent as Stacy, but was the furthest thing from intimidating. He earned the nickname “Sweet D” by being one of the friendliest, kindest, and most affable people you could ever hope to meet. David loved to laugh, he loved his family and friends, and most of all—he loved Stacy.
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