Sunday Scribblings #41
My first kiss. I was in eighth grade, and it was at a party. We were playing spin the bottle, and I had to kiss Dickie Johnson. If I remember correctly, it wasn't much of a kiss, but what did I know? I had nothing to compare it to. It was one of those just-barely-a-peck, junior-high, embarrassed kisses, and it was over almost before it began.
Fortunately, kisses have gotten a lot more enjoyable since then.