When I was nine years old, I loved a blonde girl who was a year older than me. What I recall from this naive love is that I was behaving foolishly and madly whenever I was around her. A decade and a half have passed since, but I still lose control whenever I fall in love and behave madly and recklessly. The only difference is that my naivety then would be scandalous today; the time when my mother palliated my blunders is long gone.