My husband and I have known each other since we were children. Our families were very close, and he and I were even related through marriage; his much older brother was married to my mother’s younger sister. My husband is five-and-a-half years older than me, so in the summer of 1964 I was 14 and he was 19 and home from his first year of college. I had a huge crush on him and he barely noticed me. I was at his family’s home babysitting two of his younger nieces. Instead of watching them, I went outside to where he was working