In grade four (I went to Morison School in Ville St-Laurent in Montreal) I developed my first real crush.
She was new to the school and after fourth grade I never saw her again though I still remember her name. Not telling.
Well, I also had a crush on the teacher, Missis Walker. Missis Walker had a burgundy brown Corvette and a Jimmy truck of the same colour. Looking back, she must have had some financial help.
Anyway, my little crush was the catalyst for a fantasy world that spun open and out of control, growing for years and becoming more and more elaborate.
She was the first person whom, in my imagination, I set up to be threatened by some otherworldly monster and subsequently rescued. All using what I later found out to be Jungian cliches. Not telling.
Anyway this kid, that I hardly interacted with but was super cute to my 10 year old eyes, inadvertently spawned a world in my brain , a world that I visited with slavish devotion every evening and every morning, sometimes for hours at a time before I eventually fell asleep and actually dreamed.
This world was soon peopled with various villains and allies, air and spacecraft of various shapes and capabilities, kustum kars, domed houses of incredible design, incredible powers, etc..
Of course there was the period years later when I thought perhaps that she, being my first muse, was also my true love.
That period is thankfully over, though I still credit this person with jumpstarting my imagination.
If I was to meet this person today, pushing forty, I'd have to bring it up.
Don't anyone worry, I'd do it in such a way as to not creep her out.