Okay, Jerry:

I met and married my first husband in first grade. The solemn ceremony took place on the sidewalk under a flowering cherry tree. I wore my best white dotted swiss dress and patent leather mary janes. A doll presided, and our combined collection of teddy bears acted as witnesses. The groom did not kiss the bride--ewwww--kissing was ickky!

We are friends to this day. However I was devastated when he recently confessed that I was--oh, this is painful--not his first wife! He had married another girl in our class a few months earlier--in the school sandbox, no less.

M.