I remember the first time I fell in love. I was 5-years old, going on 6. I heard this swell of music, the roar of a crowd, and watched as a man dressed in a sequined cape and Speedo sunglasses made his way to the ring. I watched as this man, The “Macho Man” Randy Savage wrestled the Honkytonk Man. He climbed to the top rope, raised both hand into the air, and jumped.
I was in love.