Who was your first enemy, how old were you, and why were you enemies? By enemy I don't mean someone you didn't like much. I mean Enemy.
My first Enemy: a red-haired kid in kindergarten. So I was probably about 6.
Reason: he had red hair. Bastard! Actually, I really can't remember if there was any other cause for hating him so much. I doubt it. And I did hate him. Oh how I hated him. HATE. And he hated me. It was glorious. Every passion since then has been tepid and hollow. As a result, I now find it impossible to separate my unreasoning prejudice against red-haired males from my hatred and utter detestation of that kid in kindergarten. I'm genuinely unsure which came first.