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It burned a hole in the pocket of his faded blue jeans that crisp fall morning. The wonderment of his very first phone. His own 'cell' and it was a beaut, he thought to himself. Pride swelled in his eleven year-old belly at the proof of his ascent into the very adult world of independence.

The wild and untamed wind whipped at his face and he had to close his eyes to endure the raging voice of nature. He wandered into the wooded landscape of his back yard and climbed up the weathered ladder leading to his boyhood clubhouse among the trees.

He was definitely too tall to stand up since he had grown almost eight inches in the last year. So he crawled to the corner of the tree house and settled in next to the cutout window he and his buddy Rigs helped his father remove a good five years ago. His eyes gazed outside to witness all manner of leaves flying by displaying the brilliance of deep reds, oranges and yellows.

“I wonder if she will call?” He anxiously thought out loud as the sweat on his palms surfaced. His mind drifted back to the last day at church camp. It was none other than Amber Valentino. Her hair was long and the perfect shade of her name. And when she said goodbye he was sure she was an angel.

“Did I miss it?” He thought to himself. “Maybe she called and I didn’t hear it? Great. Just great. She probably thinks I’m a tool.” He dug his hand into his pocket to check. He flipped open the sleek black cell phone with a ruby red racing stripe to curb his curiosity. He knew instinctively he hadn’t missed her call, but needed to double check anyhow.

Just then the phone sang like a top. The voice of his favorite rock star, confirming his status of ‘cool’. Panic set in deep and grew quickly strangling out his ability to breathe.

“Breathe, dude.” He demanded of himself. This was the call he had waited his entire life for. She was the one for him, cute, sweet and fun to boot. It took a minute for the caller ID to display the personal information of this very important phone call. He was finally ready to enter into the fulfillment of his dreams as his soul grew another two inches in confidence when the name staring back at him from the shiny screen displayed, ‘Mom’.

Floating back down to earth in a balloon of safety and the comfort of everything home, he flipped open his first phone and answered, “Hey mom”.

“Hey you. Lunch is ready.”

Even though it wasn’t the female voice he had hoped for, he was quietly relieved. “Thanks, mom. I’ll be right there.”

With a touch of disappointment in his tone he hung up and made his way toward the back door. All of a sudden the wind blew with a fierce velocity and every treetop in the cluster of woods behind him bowed in submission to a sight unseen. Every nerve in his body stood at attention as his heart received a call. “Why not?” He thought, dismissing his previously crippling fear.

He ran back into the woods and scaled the decrepit ladder to his clubhouse. With a thump he hit the hard wood planks and resumed his position by the window. His heart felt like it would burst through his chest and his hands shook as he dialed her number.

“Hello, Amber?”

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