Darren Gardner seeks a tiny flame Back

I am writing in the hope that you may be able to help me in my search for someone I met one summer at Butlins, Minehead, when I was no older than 12/13. I know it's a long shot as I don't have the name of this person or the exact year, but at a guess I'd say it was between 80 - 82; I recall a snooker player named David Taylor aka The Silver Fox played an exhibition frame of snooker one afternoon, and Brian Jacks, the star of a show I think was called Superstars, was performing or hosting something in the evenings, and that one night I watched a live show of a then popular quiz The Pyramid Game - but this is all I oddly remember - except of course this other person. The reason I can't be any clearer of the year is because my father who took me has since become estranged to me, and my mother is now deceased. I'm thinking if I could assertain the year, I could then enter a posting of my story on your website. I guess the idea is that if I have this memory then someone else must have it too - but I know the odds are stacked heavily against me - it's just that I have very romantic fate-chancing friends who have been goading me ever since we had a discussion about people we'd most like to meet, and I then told them about this girl.

Now, as I am a professional screenwriter, I am writing a story about this memory, and about this girl; and what really strikes me about this encounter is that as a result of our chronic shyness and innocense, it was a relationship where no words were ever uttered - yet every afternoon for the entire week we kept appearing at the same spot and then at the same time, only to spend hours playing the same arcade game until we we both ran out of coins. Each day we did this - sensing a growing closeness, and yet we hardly exchanged a single touch - but the tension was becoming unbearable. On my last day I asssumed it was her last day because when we parted that afternoon we both did so with sudden tears in our eyes, and then never saw each other again. To me, it's an unrequited love story I have never got over; a memory I suppose of such a profound feeling, because I have never forgotten our tears and what they must've meant.

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