I was about nine or ten years old and really skinny. He was really, really dark and skinny. We had agreed to kiss right after it got dark, behind the tall bushes in front of my house. All the other kids in the neighborhood stood at the bottom of the driveway, waiting to see our feet come together beneath the bushes. Our two feet coming close enough to touch toes would indicate that we had done it! That had kissed!
That sounds simple enough doesn't it? Accept it was my first kiss and I didn't know there would be a tongue involved. It just never occurred to me. May be because I was too busy trying to remember to close my eyes. I'm sure I saw people kiss in person and on t.v. - I guess I never thought about the tongue part. But I did notice they closed their eyes. Ha! To make a long story short, as soon as he removed his tongue from my unprepared mouth I RAN INSIDE! Bram!! went the screen door, and he was left alone to attend to our driveway audience. To this day I wonder what he said to them. The next day, we acted like it never happened.
That was my first kiss. It happened over thirty years ago. It's amazing - the things we remember. My first kiss is a good memory for me. It makes me smile. It was innocent and sweet. I have very few innocent sweet memories from my childhood - so I cherish that one.