What's that? A twinge? A stirring maybe? What's this funny feeling in your tummy? It isn't the guilt Captain Planet makes you feel, or the desire to dance the Racoons' theme song stirs from within. It isn't the desire to cheer along you get with Galaxy High (Galaxy High!) or a heart wrench as you realise Alvin and the Chipmunks has ended on a cliffhanger again (I mean who do those guys think they are?!).
No, this darling is a crush. A crush more crushing than unrequited love (that personal devastation is still to come), more unattainable than your (also to come) first celebrity love. This is a crush on a cartoon character. And I got news for you baby, it doesn't end come junior school.