Monday, February 2, 2004

Remembering.....

Do you remember your first "real" kiss?  Not the "I kissed a kid in the First grade" thing.  I remember mine.  I was 15 years old (I know, a late bloomer) and so was he.  His name was B and he was so cute, skinny, tall, brown hair and brown eyes.  B lived next door to me and we went to the same school.  He took me to my first school dance. (well, his mom drove, we were only 15).

Back to the kiss.  We had gone for a walk in the neighborhood and about a block from my house we were standing under a neighbor's tree (front yard) and B planted one on me!  I could have died.  It wasn't his first kiss (at least I didn't think it was), but it was mine and it was heavenly.  And in case you are wondering -- no tongues (we grew up a little slower in those days).

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

LOL My first kiss was in 9th grade, so I guess I was 14. My first kiss with tongue, I was only a couple months away from being 16. It was awesome! I wrote about it in my journal a while back. I love remembering though. ~Melissa

Anonymous said...

I was 9 and the boy walked me home from school. I adored him and we had been friends for a while. Oh how I waited for the moment of his professing love and first kiss. I wouldn't let him carry my books, and felt strange as he spoke to me, and when he kissed me goodbye I didn't even look at him. I just pulled away and ran all the way to my house! I probably gave him the impression I was tolerating him! I'm much better at it now...still a teeny bit shy though. ;)