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I fell for a girl at the Top of the Horizon restaurant in the Blue Horizon Hotel. I was five years old, maybe six. Some Danish friends of my father’s were in town and they had a daughter around my age. She was this perfect doll: straw blonde, green eyes. I remember she wore a white dress with a red ribbon around her waist. The adults put us across from one another at the end of the table, so it was like we had our own little dinner date going on by the window, sipping Shirley Temples and eating those shish kebabs you used to see in the ’70s, with cubes of meat and green peppers skewered onto a miniature sword.