First Things First

Genuine asked for us to write about our "first kiss."

I don't remember it. Maybe it wasn't so great. Maybe I have a bad memory. Maybe I was jaded by the things that followed.

I do remember some firsts:

My first fight over a girl's honor. It was on the playground. I got a bloody nose. I was five.

The first time a girl kissed my cheek. (Relatives don't count) I was running by and she ambushed me. It felt like an assault, and just in case you are wondering Janice, you missed. She got kissed my ear, and it was loud.

I remember being lead around the back of the schoolhouse for my first … well let's just say it wasn't my first kiss.

For the life of me I can't conjure up that memory, but one first will always rise above the rest. I remember my first kiss with my wife. It lasted forever, and I wanted it to last even longer. To this day, I am sure that it was the best (without a doubt best) kiss that I've ever had.

Comments

[Genuine]

And we all know that is the only kiss that really matters!

[Rockchild]

That is the kiss that really matters, Gary, with the person you love!

I love Sally very much, and my family to, but you will never catch me kissing my big brother!

I hope you had a great weekend, and a nice day!

[kimberlee]

awww, I hope my husband feels that way about our first kiss!

[darla]

Our "firsts" are always the things that we remember the most, either because those firsts have value or because we would rather forget them but we can't. One of the things we're sure to remember (in detail, might I add) is our first kiss. The person who we share it with, or just the moment itself is almost always memorable.