When I was five years old, I made my first friend in kindergarten: his name was Kirk and he was a redhead. And I loved Kirk. I called him "Cookie." I vaguely remember being invited to his birthday party - probably because we were in the same class rather than his actual wanting me to be there.
He moved away shortly thereafter. I remember being devastated. So much so that even to this day, every time I see or meet a redheaded "Kirk" who is around my age I secretly wonder: is this him?