"Mom, who was your first love?" My fifteen year old daughter asks me.

I look over at her father and he smiles nodding, "tell her Ava."

My smile grows as I think back to my freshman year, "his name is Ponyboy Micheal Curtis."

She chuckles, "that's a funny name."

"Yeah, it is," he father laughs and I can tell he is also thinking back to freshman year when I first came to Tulsa.

My little girl Samantha smiles, "what was Ponyboy like?"

"Wanna take that one my love?" I shout out to my husband.

He nods sitting down next to me, "Ponyboy was a greaser. He didn't want to be one though. He was sweet and kind. He had a gentle soul."

She smiles, "how did you two meet?"

"Here's the story of Ponyboy Curtis and I," I smile as I think back.