i was 12, he was eleven, i was one of the first people he met when he emingrated from england. he moved away, but then i saw him again at at a robin williamson concert 3 years later. he wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that made my ovaries skip a beat. we sent mix tapes and poems in the mail to one another for years. i'm twenty now and i still adore him, tho it's a bit on-and-off. very tempestuous, richard-and-linda-thompson sort of a thing.