I love this picture so much. It was taken at the Tillamook Armory in the summer of '88.
I'm 12 years old here. Steve isn't signing that autograph for me. He's come out of the locker
room after his match to sign autographs, and there is a big crowd around trying to get his attention. But you can see from his body language that he is listening to me. I don't know what important 12-year-old news I am trying to tell him, but I know that every time I saw him and talked to him, I felt heard. He'd ask me some questions about my day, or school, or my trip to the beach(in this case), and I felt comfortable enough to just jabber on about it. He'd ask me follow-up questions and smile or laugh, and even bring something up the next Saturday from my story. I was a pretty shy kid and didn't talk to many people, but he must have thought I was a real chatterbox, because I was with him. I don't know if he knew
that he was my favorite person, but he sure was.
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