I don’t think it’s something you ever forget, no matter what age,
I was 5 or 6 (is that young? I think I have thrown a few years on too as I don’t want to sound like a slutty 3 year old – HA) and it happened with my next door neighbour who’s name was Steven. I remember Steven as being the bad ass kid of the street, he had a dog that I loved and a couple of crazy brothers. He was the same age as me and maybe it was the start of my fascination with bad boys, which might I add ended when I was about 18, but Steven and I, we were inseparable. I honestly remember that kiss, my first, like it was yesterday. We’d had a hard day playing in trees and the long grass out the back of our houses in a big vacant block. We’d gone back to my house, and somehow ended up behind the couch with my dolls blanket over our head. It was all planned. Simple, we thought. We would just count down from 3.
3….2….1…. & there it was, my first kiss, we landed a big wet kiss on each other lips.
As far as first kisses go mine of course didn’t come without drama – how could it when you have 3 older brothers? At the moment of the kiss, my Second eldest brother Zac decided to rip the blanket off our heads and scream out to mum that I had just kissed Steven. Oh the drama. The rest is quite the blur. What I do remember was mum trying to tell us off but smiling the whole time so we knew we weren’t that busted. Zac never let me live that first kiss down.
We moved house not long after and I never saw Steven again, but thanks to him, and that moment, I’ll always have him in my childhood memories and be able to tell the story of how Steven stole my first kiss.
Your turn … I want to hear your first kiss story.