Cooties, schmooties. From birth, I thought boys were fantastic!
To my four-year-old girl friends who thought otherwise…well, I don’t understand your reluctance. Boys were awesome! (Unless you were gay. Then I completely understand, though I didn’t at the time.)
Peter was my first boyfriend. It was a pre-school kind of infatuation – the kind most would quickly dismiss. But not I.
He was the Goldar to my Silvar (a bad but popular 1970s’ reference to Space Giants).