I was having a chat with my girlfriend Kylie the other day, and the subject of my earliest crushes came up, and I thought I would share with you all about it. She was my cousin, and five years older than I. I met her because we spent a lot of time with my aunt when I first came back from overseas, and so I got to know her a little. To me, she was amazingly beautiful, graceful, and kind, and I was smitten from the first. The funny thing was, I also wanted to grow up to be just like her, and it apparently didn't even worry me that I was at least physically a guy trying to model myself after a girl. She moved away while I was still in my teens, got married, had a child, and died young, and I still think of her on occasion. Ah, well.