This is a true story of how I fell in love with an American..I was about 10 years old , living in England on an RAF base, my Dad being a serviceman.I had an older sister , and somehow or other she worked on an American Naval base not too far away .Well being a good looking English Gal she always had a trail of Yanks ,as we called American service men, hanging around, this one Sunday she brought one home, I never met one before ..he was so happy go lucky,so good looking in a rugged yank way, I was used to English curtesy and serious faces , so earnest the Brits lol Any way he had the shortest hair I had ever seen ,a crew cut,he also talked 'funny' but I liked it .He had some chocolates for my Mom some booze for my Dad and a huge box of Wrigleys gum for me ...His name was Randy, now who calls their kid a name ;like that ...I thought .Randy would swing by quite often after that, and they would walk to the local service theatre to see a movie , I would follow behind them much to my sisters chagrin,.I adored American Hollywood movies and I went to see every one that came in . I would scream blue murder if they didnt let me go ..and trust me I could yell. To cut my tale short , my sister found a local guy to go out with a scottish guy she later married , but I never forgot my meeting with that first American ..I have been in love with them ever since ...