There's a great picture my dad took that I'll have to dig up. It's of my four-year-old self hugging my first girlfriend.
She was 17 1/2 feet tall and weighed 450 pounds.
We used to drive by her each morning where she stood on the side of the road at 1800 SW Washington in Peoria, Illinois. She caught my eye and kept my interest. She seemed to me a monolithic monument to womanhood and feminine wiles. At that point in my life though, I just thought she was beautiful.
I remember the morning my dad took that picture. I was happy that I finally got to touch her, not caring at all that the people driving past that morning watched me as I stood there and publicly displayed my affection for her. I wrapped my arms around her ankle and smiled.