In 1978, I was 21, had my driving license and my first car. I had a big crush on the little sister of one of my friends, with whom I often went out and spent afternoons and evenings. Every time I saw Sylvia, I thought she was so pretty and sweet. She was five years younger than me, but I liked her way of seeing things and we got along well. I really wanted to go out with her, but it's not the kind of thing you do with a boyfriend's little sister.

When her brother moved in with his girlfriend and pursued other friendships, I continued to spend time with Sylvia, who still lived with her parents. They trusted me and let me take her to festival dances, fireworks shows... In these moments, it was just the two of us, but I thought I was ugly. I had a hard time making the first move, so I never tried. That's all there is to it.

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