I was 15.
He was a lovely guy who lived next door, and we often talked of an evening.
He belonged to a very strict family, and was a tad older.I thought he was so sweet and polite too.
My mother ruined it, by saying she did not want me to mix with a older person, and that was the end of that.
I was very sad....we use to hold hands, talking and sitting on the low side of the the fence....looking at the stars.
Nothing of course how I guess things are now, that maybe would have been too simple.