My story.

Thank you, it's interesting to see that that attraction towards little girls based on the appeal of their size is shared. They have such a strong sense of being and aliveness in their growing bodies and it feels so wonderful to gather them in ones arms and feel the warmth and vibrancy of that. Oftentimes, just being near them or touched by them invokes the same kind of feeling in me.
There were other factors that made me consider that my Love of Girls is a valid orientation and positive rather than harmful but this experience was the primary catalyst.

One day, a few years ago, a friend and I visited his older sister. Spending the evening with them and the older sisters boyfriend playing board-games and the like. Her boyfriend's daughter immediately caught my eye, I can honestly say that she would have caught anyone's eye. She had to have been from 5 to 7 years old but her sheer beauty was heart-breaking and downright unearthly; Pale skin, her hair a deep, lustrous almost blood-red color, an adorable voice and her face was a wonder that one could have stared at for hours. Little girls who look cute but who also have very refined, almost adult facial features captivate me. Hers were so well balanced between two extremes that in looking at her face, it was hard to tell just what one was looking at: A sweet, pretty little girl with a beautiful face, or a ravishingly beautiful woman with a child-like face.
Tragically, her father seemed blinded to the delight of his daughters beauty. Expressing exasperation and frustration with her rather than Love and Adoration. Of course, if you've had the privilege of spending any time around little girls, you know how easily they pick up on it when someone notices them and feels empathy towards them. I was already ensnared by her appearance and my regret at how her Father regarded her made my feelings towards her all the more poignant: Even though I never even spoke a word to her. The turning point came when I was sitting next to her and felt her staring at me for a moment before she declared: "You're cool!" I smiled and thanked her but there was so much said by her in that simple statement. I've had adult women flirt with and complement me before but nothing I've ever experienced compared with those simple words of approval given to me by that gorgeous child. It was the complete lack of reservation in her voice that got me, no fear of being rejected or hurt, just unfettered approval and warmth.
Nothing else of any significance happened that evening, there is virtually no chance that I will ever see her again but afterwards, I couldn't get her out of my head. That, along with other things that I've seen and experienced both online and in real life made me think about my own feelings as a child, the countless nights I spent laying in bed desperately wanting to feel the body of an older woman pressed against me. If I wanted that from an early age, how many other children are out there right now who desire an intimate bond with an adult? If I had had that, I wouldn't be able to fully articulate my joy at being validated in such a manner. So why is it bad to want to share that with a young girl? How profoundly tragic it is that human intimacy has become so Demonized out of fear and misguided righteousness.