"Mum hired a formidable-looking lady [as a housemaid], who had a son named Howard, with a substantial black mole on the very tip of his nose. He was a bit older than I was. After a while, we began sneaking into the cupboard under the stairs to practice kissing, which I’m sure I instigated. I would do my best to blot out the image of the mole on his nose. He was my first kiss, and I kept thinking, ‘I do hope I don’t have to marry this boy.’ I didn’t think there would be another man in my life. Luckily, the housekeeper and Howard didn’t stay with us long, either."
- Julie Andrews (around the age of 9 or 10), an excerpt from Home: A Memoir of My Early Years