Early Years - Education - One of my most memorable teachers in elementary school was:

Mrs. DeMars was my teacher in third grade, and I was in love.  I was ten and she was about thirty-five.  She was tall, blond and wore skirts just above her knees.  I had an unbelievable crush on her.  She was married and had kids of her own, but I didn't care.  I did everything I could to win her over.  I washed the blackboards, took messages to the office, and helped tutor some of the slower kids in class.  When I split my arm open by running into a glass door, she helped me treat the wound.  When she held my arm to change the bandages, I got all woozy inside.  I think she knew I was infatuated with her but she never said anything.  I soaked up all the learning she could dish out.  She told me I could do anything I wanted when I grew up.  The last day of school I told her that she was the best teacher ever.  She whispered I was the best student ever.  I'll never forget Mrs. DeMars.