I was born in Schwasague in the north Netherlands, and since I was a young boy Tara, the sweet little Tara was my classmate. Except that, when we were 9 years old, she was the tallest in class.
I remember it as if it were today. She always was on the back of the measuring line, and as she joined the volley team, everyone was sure she would be a great player. In those days, when I played next to her, even though I was just a child, I sensed something elusive, something who tickled and turned my head. So shocked and astonished I looked at her, towering above me. It wasn't long before we got into an awnkward moment, with she falling over me trying to reach for the ball. It made a lot of laughs.
But as children will be children, there was a day when she came to me, and asked me to kiss her. As petrified as I was, it was a fairytale coming true, but in the very moment I raised my head, a gang of bullies with girls and boys of my class, throwed at us a smelly bag, and shouted to all that we were boyfriends. We did what children do, we denied, and separated ourselves, growing apart each year from then.
That is, growing is what I did, and she seemed to shrink away with the flowing years. We where born in the tallest city of all Netherlands, and it wouldn't be wrong to say, of the world too. Here, the average dutchman stood at the 6'6'' mark, with women averaging the 6'3'', so I wouldn't be wrong in saying that Tara was absolutely dwarfed here, and was always outmached by her peers.
Myself, in the last year of high school, after what seemed centuries of silence, talked to her.
-Hi, how are you? - I said
- Fine, just a bit confused. - She replied
- Why?
- I am thinking of moving out. It seems as if this city wasn't made for me.
- But why? There are people here who care about you...
- Tell me just one for christs sake!
Then I, all of a sudden, grabbed her and kissed her. It was a surprisingly smoth kiss, both fearing for the future, but sweet as the honey.
And as surprising as that, her shoe suddenly shattered, showing her foot. What was that?
She also looked different to me. Somehow her legs exposed mor flesh, them seem longer. She, looked ... well, the only way I could describe was:
She was taller. Or my eyes were tricking me.
But one question remained. Did she like the kiss?
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