I could, relying on the ambiguity of the question, tell you that my first crush was Joey Bradford, over whom I mooned desperately in the fourth grade, but the truth, which I simply cannot deny, is that my real first crush, developed over re-runs during dinner at the dawn of my sentient memory, was totes Captain B.J. Hunnicutt.
Him, I moon over still.
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