Random childhood memory

When I was about 9, I used to have this kickass Tonka firetruck. It was huge, and the best part was you could plug the garden hose into a little fire hydrant that came with the truck, then run a fire hose from the hydrant into the side of the truck and then shoot water out the mini fire nozzle in the ladder's bucket.We lived in a nice house on the end of a cul-de-sac at the time, and I remember one summer afternoon I was in the front yard with my firetruck and my neighbor, Sunny. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but looking back I realize Sunny's parents were probably former hippies - their other daughter was named Dawn.
Anyway, Sunny helped me hook the garden hose up to the firetruck, but of course I was a greedy, selfish, typical only child and wouldn't let her run the fire hose on the truck until after I got tired of it. Then once I got tired of it I unhooked the garden hose from the fire hydrant and started chasing her around the yard, spraying her with the hose.

Either I was an asshole, or I had a secret crush on Sunny. Or both. I wonder whatever happened to her.

Hmm. Now that I think about it, I used to treat a lot of my relationships with women the same way.