(submitted by: @Anonymous)
My first grade teacher. I remember thinking she was more or less the prettiest pretty that ever prettied.
Of course, I was six, and all it took to enrapture me was a good smile, nice hair, and a skirt that showed some leg.
…and now that I think about it, things haven’t changed much.
(Honorable mention: my first dog, when I was two. She was a very good girl.)