Bob Smith

Our Summer Loves

Our Summer Loves

We asked readers to write about their summer loves and they sent us dozens of stories that were funny, touching, sad and, most of all, heartfelt. We were forced to make hard choices. Here are some of the best.

The Summer of '69

I was 18, a counselor at a residential camp in New Jersey for children with disabilities; he was 26, a special ed teacher who volunteered at the camp on Thursdays.

I loved his creativity, thought he was cute and developed a huge crush. I started looking forward to Thursdays and we began talking, but I figured it was hopeless given the age difference. In September, I would be a sophomore at a university far away, and he...