Here comes the GM then...

Yep, that first encounter when she was 8 is what I am talking about...

Now, I must add why I consider it an important GL moment. This maybe deserves a new thread but I am willing to post it here because it relates. I believe that kids themselves should be counted as paedophiles if they show a predominant attraction for kids. It's just, to me, plain common sense. Anyone with a predominant attraction for kids IS a paedophile regardless of their age. I know that the official definition says only "older than 16" can be paedophiles, but it's nonsense. In my opinion that is a smokescreen designed by the pyschiatric mainstream establishment and their friends and founders in government with the purpose of 1) denying or neglecting children's real feelings, 2) setting adult paedophiles apart, in turn making it easier to demonise us and label us as monsters, predators, sick, 3) alienating adults who remember having child crushes from us because "that school crush doesn't really count as pedo"... So, to me, kids can be and many times are, paedophiles. I was. And this is one such case too.

On to the history's most famous GM...
(this is precise to the best of my knowledge - corrections welcome)

Late Medieval Firenze...

The urban stair streets of the cradle of Renaissance are full of people. Great movement is the norm, as a society is changing and reforming itself, creating new artistic and scientific trends that would determine the shape of the centuries to begin.

A little boy aged 9 was walking the stair streets, in the company of his father. Suddenly, he felt the announcement of something inevitable, overwhelming, that would change his life forever and would leave a timeless imprint on the Western Civilisation, at least for those whose ears would listen. Up the stairs, many feet away from him, a light of life was shining, brighter than the sunlight already coming from the upper side of the stairs. It was a vision of heaven. A little angel, clad in a blue dress of the most fashionable style for any self-respecting Florentine miss, was descending the stairs, towards him, sharing him her spark of life, her unearthly light.

The little boy stayed breathless for a long moment. A very long moment as she continued to walk, and walked past him, until finally getting lost in the steps below him, somewhere in the crowd of people of Firenze. But breathless as he was this long moment, he would never forget that sight. He had taken her image inside his heart, where it would remain forever, and where the future generations would remember it. Her sparkling big, brown eyes, her long straight hair, her adorable face, her angelic body, live on forever.

Her name was Beatrice, 8 years old image of heavenly beauty.
His name was Dante, 9 years old and future creator of the Italian language.