When I was 5 years old, a friend from the sandbox gave me a plastic chewing gum ring and asked if I would be his wife.
It's been 20 years, and this ring still rests proudly on my finger. When I look at him, the memories come back and I remember how much I love that sandbox boy.
A boy who has his own family and a bunch of children today. And me? Well, no one else has given me a ring in 20 years.