|Photography by Mary Allison Tierney|
It was a rather ripply spring, that spring when I was fourteen. It wasn’t just because of all the sailing I had been doing that season. The breeze on the San Francisco Bay certainly did cause the water to ripple as my dinghy cut through the small waves. Every Sunday my junior sailing program met for the day for instruction and racing. I had been doing this ever since I was ten.
But that spring was different. I know it sounds silly, but do you remember that feeling when you had your first crush? Ripples going through you, like little electric currents? His name was Seadon, Swedish Seadon, another fourteen-year-old in my sailing program.
After a long day of sailing, the two of us wandered into the small boatyard after it had gotten dark. (Our parents were still lingering at the bar of our yacht club.) The halyards clanged in the breeze against the metal masts of the boats parked on their trailers. The stars twinkled above us. He led me behind one of those boats, and pulling me closer, kissed me.
For 20 years, Maria Dudley has been an elementary and middle school teacher in the San Francisco Bay Area. She recently opened up her own business, offering writing classes to home schooled students. She finds that most of her own writing gets erased from the whiteboard she uses in her classroom, but hopes someday to submit her stories somewhere.