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My First Kiss Involved Handcuffs
Childhood, fate and the haunting threads of synchronicity
“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will rule your life and you will call it fate” -Carl Jung
Scott, a Gemini
Names carry strong associative memories. In the past few weeks, several people have mentioned Scott, the name of my childhood crush, so I searched online for him. A few years back, I learned he died in a car crash at the age of sixteen. I had looked it up before there was AI to do deep dives and hadn’t found many details.
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I was curious to know more and to find out his birth date and death date. I wondered what sign he was, this first crush of mine.
An AI query reveals he was a Gemini, like my other crushes and boyfriends. He died in the Capricorn season of the year 2000. Wait — 2000 was the year I got married, a few days after my 17th birthday. I begin an obsessive search of the event and my childhood memories with him.
He was the cutest kid in 3rd grade, of uncertain ethnicity, but tanner than most of us. He had dark brown eyes and brown hair, shaved in a fade. His dad was a cop, and he lived up near the town radio station, where we’d go…
