The complicated story of mine, as any good story, shows love and the problems that occur with it in my life. My story focus's on love, however. The kind of guy I am is a companionate romantic type, who falls in love and can hit the ground harder then a 5-ton weight. When I was but a boy, fairly new to this world, about 16, I have felt the joy and pain of love more then many do in a lifetime. I am living on a hill in the beautiful mountains of Utah where the snow is heavy and beautiful. I did not make it here very easily and it took a lot to find someone to marry, but I did. The memory of some of my first true loves, and girls I have been infatuated with are still fresh in my mind. One time period in particular, when I just entered High School.
             My education has been fairly constant, I went to the same grammar school for all of 10 years, and then 4 years at high school. Since my grammar school did not go up to High School I had to transfer. I wasn't really used to things like this, the tests, applications, meeting new people. The fact that I didn't go to multiple schools in grammar school kept me a pretty shy, unsociable guy to people who I didn't know very well. However, once I was comfortable with people I was fairly open and compelled to be the best I could be for the girl I liked. The luck I had with women was fairly scarce in my grammar school relationship count. People knew me all to well to like me, and that was why I was glad to be leaving to a new school. However, I was also very frightened, I wasn't open to people I didn't know so I was scared it would be hard to make friends in the new school.
             Grammar School graduation came quickly, I was sad to be leaving the many friends I have had for 10 years, but I was glad to leave and have a fresh start. Summer came along, I was excited for in just 3 months, a new, fresh start would await me at a new school. As the summer went by, I was happy to fi...