Are you ready? If not, put your thinking cap on...come on, if I can remember, you can.
Here's the story of my first kiss:
I remember mine, which is amazing, because most of the time I can't even remember where I left my reading glasses. Anyway, I was in the sixth grade, and I had a huge crush on a boy who I can actually remember, but I do not want to post his name. Our classroom had what they called a 'Reading Center,' away from our desks, somewhere in the back of the classroom. This where I spent most of my time, regardless of what else was going on in class. I haven't the slightest idea why our teacher let me get away with spending the year away from my desk, in the 'Reading Center,' but I'm glad he did.
Well, one day to my surprise, my crush joined me in the reading center. Usually, I was the only one there, and I knew he wasn't a big reader. He started coming everyday, and then it happened- My first kiss-
A passionate one too, it was fantastic! Then came the consequences, our teacher caught us, brought us to the principle's office, and called our parents. I was grounded for the rest of my life.
Well, not for the rest of my life, although given the fact that I certainly didn't wear make-up in the sixth grade, my mother didn't let me use any until I graduated from high school. And I think it was due to my first kiss- But it was worth it.
O.K. Now it's your turn, I want to know my readers, so please tell me and others about your first kiss by leaving a comment. Thanks for taking the time to read this post, and for stopping by A Nice Place In The Sun. I hope you had fun, fun, fun. Oh yeah, don't forget to let me know what song is in your head today. Mine's posted right next door. Thanks again-