I first started to "notice" boys when I was in 3rd grade. I had a real crush on Jimmy Thompson — he lived near me, and I’d walk home from school with him whenever I could. One day I told him a story about my grandfather (my dad’s dad) and how he had been in a terrible accident at the shipyards, where he worked in Collingwood, Ontario. I said his head had been crushed and he had a metal plate put in where his skull had been removed. I said you could attach stuff to his head with magnets, and this got Jimmy’s attention. He walked home with me — straight to my house where he demanded to see my mother. He said I’d been lying to him, and when he told her my story, she said, "you know, Jimmy, it’s actually quite true." He was duly impressed and agreed to be my friend. I had learned that a good story was a great way to get attention…and I also learned that (for the most part) it had to be true!