My sister shared this story with me at Christmas. When I was little, my mom stayed home all day and my grandmother lived with us, so they spent a good part of the afternoon watching soap operas. And, since I was here, I watched them too. Well, we have one of those big hard plastic Santas that people put in their yards at Christmas, and apparently when I was about 4 or 5, we had just eaten Christmas Eve dinner, and I got up and started putting on my boots and my coat. My mom asked me where I was going and I replied, "I'm going to make love to Santa Claus." So, then I proceeded to traipse outside and kiss Santa on the cheek.
I guess those soaps really can rub off on a person, even if they don't understand what's going on.
Also, I was obsessed with Little House on the Prairie, and when I was little my mom took me out shopping one day. The lady who waited on us asked me my name, and I told her my name was Laura Ingalls. She was either dim or very kind, because she told me that was a very pretty name.