Day 16-My First Kiss

Oh, first kisses. I chuckle at both of my "first kisses".

My first kiss was probably in Kindergarten. I was IN LOVE with a boy named C.J. (whom I still call one of my closest friends) who lived right across the street from me. We have known each other since we were three years old. When we were about five or six (from family stories), we always talked about marrying each other. We kissed on the merry-go-round at the park by our houses. It was a little forced on us by an older boy in our neighborhood, but that's what kids are for I guess. This was around the same time frame that C.J., not knowing any better, pulled the top of my pants down and bit my butt. His Aunt, when he was little, would always pull his little pants down and bite him on the butt, being all cute Aunt-like. I still chuckle to this day over all our great times being little "love-birds".

My first "real kiss", as it was explained to me, was the summer between fifth and sixth grade. I was told by my older friends (only by a year and a grade) that in order to be fully accepted as a sixth grader, I would need to FRENCH KISS a boy. Of course I said no, but they pressured me and scared me into thinking I would be a horrible sixth grader ha ha. So they surrounded me one afternoon in some random yard where we were all causing trouble. They told me to kiss my friend Taylor (who, again, is still a close friend of mine). It was the most awkward and embarrassing thing I had been through at that age. I'm glad we can still joke about it.

So those are my first kisses. Of course neither of those amount to kissing someone you truly love, but they were first kisses none the less.