My first "real" crush was my best friend in 5th and 6th grade. Strangely enough, we have the same first name. Aside from that, we're basically opposites. He likes/liked sports, he has really skinny ribs that you can count, has blond hair, blue eyes, likes to laugh...he's really chatty with other people, etc.
I prefer books and movies, I have dark hair and green eyes, a heavyset frame, I'm usually pretty serious, and I prefer my own company, mostly. One thing that I learned early on, is that he's very ticklish. Like, to an absurd degree. I swear, I never set out to tickle him on purpose.
But, one day, after inviting him over to my house, I tried to give him a little shoulder rub because his muscles were sore from gym class. It left him gasping and convulsing on my bed like he was being tortured! Hahaha! Oops.
If we'd been older and wiser, it could have led to some amazing foreplay, and, although we did experiment a little, we went to different schools in the 7th grade. He lived on the opposite side of town, and being dependent on my helicopter parents for transport meant that house visits were very rare. The relationship pretty much died around the start of 8th grade, but I still remember the time we spent together fondly.