My first kiss wasn't all that memorable. It was the consequence, I'll remember. A boy in my class wrote a note about kissing me after school. I remember happily skipping home. I could feel my heart beating underneath my blouse and a sudden surge of giddiness. I was thinking, "Does he really like me? Is he my boyfriend now that he kissed me? Does it matter that he's not Puerto Rican? Will he ask for another kiss?" While all of this ran through my mind, I hadn't realized that I was only seven years old and shouldn't be kissing boys.
Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons, Auguste Rodin, "The Kiss"
Ah, so cute.
ReplyDeleteyah, those early kisses - jeez you coulda ended up married before you knew it...like by ten.
ReplyDeleteThis is way fun!
I well remember my first kiss though it seems a lifetime away.
ReplyDeleteSuch alot of water has flowed under the bridge since then.
Loved your post, good subject.
Yvonne.
Best account of a first kiss -- Smiles, laughs and ah's.
ReplyDeleteI love this one, Chary--so sweet.
ReplyDelete@Holly- Thanks.
ReplyDelete@ Jan- Oh you had me giggling with the getting married by ten. But that could have been so true. :D
@ Yvonne- I would love to hear about your first kiss. It is so interesting to hear the tales of others and compare with your own experiences.
@ Mary- Thanks.
@ Hart- Thank you.
Aww. What a sweet post. I remember my first kiss well.
ReplyDeleteThis is a cute post! And it's kind of funny because it coincided with my drabble dare entry which is based on a semi-true story. You can ask me about it later...
ReplyDeleteI have an award for you on my blog! hope you drop by!