Ronald Reagan

I was 11 or 12 and my mother had us at a big "Reagan for Governor" convention. He was surrounded by press, and I ducked under all of them, squeezed my into the center of the circle, and up into his face. I told him,"My mother's going to vote for you, Mr. Reagan." And he patted my head, and said, "That's nice, Dear". I ducked, left, and when I got older and he became the President of the United States, finally realized who he was...