"Do I move my tongue?" I asked pensively?"No.. I think I just suck on it." Came the reply. And so began my first love story played out against the song 99 Red Ballons in my Father's Attic on many hot summer days in the early 80's.I owed Bonnie a lot. She was the first person to let me stick my tongue in her mouth. She was the first person I ever kissed poorly. And she was the first person to really let me taste pain and depression, all by 8 - somethink my mother would have said, along with headaches, was impossible.