I got a chill and my work friends got a laugh from my story about a childhood sweetheart. My hubby and I have been active on Facebook lately and have found a lot of people who we knew when we were young (we are happily married and I am 50). We were teasing each other about looking up past boyfriends/girlfriends and I told him I was never able to find my first love on Facebook, so my husband found him for me on a different internet search and I was awful sorry. Hubby got a giant kick out of it though! I should back up a little and tell you the story. When I was about 14, I fell in love with the ringleader badboy of our suburban neighborhood. My parents did not like him so he was like the forbidden fruit. We were an item for perhaps two or three years, I forget exactly, but my parents finally decided they needed to break us up when we were found ditching school together and other things, he was a totally bad influence! So I went to live with my sister and was not allowed to contact him. Of course we swore that when I turned 18 (he was two years older) which was in about two years we would meet at a certain place and time. Well two years later I was already living on my own, or rather, with my new boyfriend, very happily. I remembered my promise to the first guy, but my new boyfriend worked hard to make my 18th birthday fun so I did not have the heart to bring up meeting the other guy to explain I had moved on. I later found out he DID go to meet me there despite being two states away and was really ticked! I never really heard from him again. So of course I'm curious how he was.....and I kind of wanted to find him on Facebook to tell him I am sorry that an 18-year-old girl didn't come to tell him good bye properly. So my hubby looks for him for me, and what does he find.... He is doing time in prison for serial bank robbery! First he was in prison for other theivery and then as soon as he got out, he commited a bunch of crimes! We found several newspaper articles, one showing the actual photo of him during a robbery. And of course I recognize him, even though his name was very distinct and different and no one has that name but him. But it was a chilling moment, recognizing him, even down to realizing that he looks really tense and perhaps a bit exhilirated or scared in the photo. He is now doing time in prison! My husband of course cannot stop laughing, but a part of me is so sad for the mischevious boy that he was and the obvious hardened criminal he has become. Anyone have thoughts on my story?