My First Kiss :: Personal Narrative

My First coddleKissing a watermelon? No, Ive never been THAT desperate. My sister Amy went on to tell me most her friend who dared to do such a feat. Did it ease? I asked. We dont know She hasnt kissed a certain guy yet Amy and I burst into a fit of giggles, and I realized how being in the company of my teenageer sister regressed me to her awkward, adolescent high school age. I had forgotten, until this bedside 200 a.m. conversation, how I used to be obsessed with popularity and sports cars, and how I daydreamed of my archetypical kiss. further Amy had much more have a go at it than I did at her age. She and her friends had passed their adolescent initiation of first kissesat to the lowest degree the kind on the lips. In the back of the CHURCH van? With everyone notice? Where did he kiss you? On the LIPS she squealed. Amys excitement and anxiety about kissing ignited a rush of memories. How I used to romanticis e about first kissing someone I thought that I would be in a long flowing gown, and the handsome young man would bring me flowers, and ask to court me. Our kiss would be through with(p) on the porch, under an encouraging moon and a harmony of stars. Or maybe I would be in a MacDonalds, and the most giving guy Id ever seen would come to my table, buy me a hot fudge sundae, and he give me a kiss when he walked me to my car. Ah, the kiss was exciting to think about as well. I had no idea what it would be like, but I knew it would feel wonderful. This quick tuck and follow-through would be my initiation into womanhood, somehow setting me apart from opposite girls who could barely fill a bra or who, as rumors went, beneficial kissing by mutilating fruit. A rite of passage, a first romance, yes. But my girlish head had set itself upon one quest I would be truly in love with the young man I first