I was 12 years old, and she was maybe eight.  She constantly came over to see if I could play.  My father began to question her interest in me and told her I was busy.  She continued asking, so he told her to find someone her own age.  She was the first person I knew who had a different last name than her mother.  Her father abandoned their family when she was younger.  She had a hamster that she always held very tightly, and I wondered if she did that because she was afraid that he would leave her too.