In prison, I've spent many hours thinking of the past. I've tried not to dwell on it and beat myself up. I wasn't always a good man. I have my regrets, as well as misfortunes.

I've noticed lately that the more I've been able to forgive myself and deal with my ghosts and skeletons, the happier I am-even in these conditions-and the more fond memories I recall. Recently, one such memory came back. It was nearly 25 years ago.

It was 1985-86. It was a 5th grade dance. The Snowball. Grandview Middle School. Her name was Kristen Fincher. My first crush. She was popular and the prettiest girl in school in my eyes. I wasn't in the popular crowd and was shy.

I was so nervous when I asked her to dance. She looked so pretty in her dress and I was sure I'd have a heart attack when she accepted.

Never had I danced before, let alone slow danced. I had only seen it done on tv. It was nothing like that. Kristen immediately recognized I had no clue and sweetly showed me what to do, gently placing my hands on her hips and resting hers on my shoulders.

After showing my briefly how we step, we danced the rest of the song.

She was so sweet to me that day. I remember it clearly. I wonder what she's doing these days. I wonder where her life led her. I hope that her life was far less complicated than mine was and that she is successful and happy today. What would she think of the shy little boy she taught to dance today?