Day 3. Tell us about your first love and your first kiss.
This is a tricky topic. To tell the truth, after 30 some years of marriage to Ken, I can really say, who cares about my first love or first kiss? I certainly donâ€™t. But I started this 30 day writing challenge and the topics are picked. Yet, I can see how Iâ€™m already starting to back pedal.
There is also the fact that while I can remember being baptized as a baby, I cannot for the life of me remember my first kiss.
Nope – nada, nothing.
I know your first kiss is something most people remember and cherish â€” but Iâ€™ve come to realize, Iâ€™m not like most people. And while my memory is pretty good on a lot of topics, I have a few blanks when it comes to my teen (a.k.a. drinking ) years.
I wish I had a good story for my first kiss â€” but I kind of think â€” it probably isnâ€™t such a good story after all, and Iâ€™m pretty sure booze was involved.
The first time I fell in love on the other hand, is pretty clear.
Iâ€™m not counting crushes Iâ€™ve had, or that in grade three I would have done just about anything if Robbie Day had even looked my way. My first â€œrealâ€ love happened was when I was 18 years old. I lived in Massachusetts and I fell hard.
That love was not meant to be, but I did name my orange cat, Peet.
Tomorrow – 10 interesting facts about myself.