I fell in love at first sight, it wasn't long before I knew that she was the girl for me, I wanted to marry her. I bought her a nice engagement ring. THEN our relationship started downhill, I hoped against hope that things would work out, then one day she gave me my ring back, and that was the end of our engagement. Hurt and angry, fuming as she walked away, I stuffed the ring into my mouth, crunched it up, and swallowed it. I was eight years old. I had spent nearly a dollar on that ring. In retrospect, I'm lucky only my heart and ego were hurt, running that ring through my system could have been a disaster in more ways than one. Life is cruel. I wonder where that fickle woman is today?