We love old memories. Memories of baby boomers as kids. That’s what Portland, Oregon’s Salli Hollenzer writes about in this story about long ago puppy love. In 1963, I developed a crush on a boy — discovering that even eight-year-olds can fall in love. His name was Mark, and he caught my eye shortly after he moved into the neighborhood. Timorous, I’d walk twenty paces behind him to school.