Today has me describing my first kiss. Since this isn’t exactly clear on whether it’s supposed to be the first kiss I received in my life (which I’m sure was from one of my parents) or if they mean my first romantic kiss, I’m going to go with the first kiss from a boy that I ever received. Well, let me rephrase that, the first kiss from a boy that I remember. There could have been earlier ones, but they must not have made much of an impression.
Day 16- Your first kiss, in great detail.
I really don’t remember how it came to be that I received this first kiss, because it wasn’t from a boy that I liked or had a crush on in any way, shape or form. His name was Donald and I was in 7th grade. I remember we were at school and somehow the subject came up of kissing. Maybe someone dared one of us to kiss- I really don’t remember. What I do remember is that we stood by the bushes in front of Magnolia Jr. High and he kissed me. It was the one and only time he kissed me and that was that. I don’t remember it being weird or even awkward. It was a kiss- nothing more, nothing less and I certainly didn’t see fireworks or even sparks.