Inspired by Chase, I've decided to share the story of my first kiss.
When I was a wee little thing, as in before kindergarten, I 'accidentally' watched a movie on HBO that was rated R. I don't recall much of the movie except that it was about a mother and her teen daughter. The mother was trying to help her daughter maintain her virginity by making up extreme stories about how sex could hurt her. The only example I can remember is the mother saying that the daughter had nitroglycerin in her system and would explode if she had sex. It was a weird movie, to say the least.
The word 'virgin' came up over and over, and being four years old I had no idea what it meant. Later I asked my dad to explain exactly what a virgin was. He told me that a virgin was someone who had never been kissed. His answer satisfied me, and I was instructed not to watch HBO without supervision ever again.
Two years later, I was in first grade. I had become best friends with a girl named Candice, but sadly Candice was moving to South Carolina. We were both very upset, in a six year old kind of way. My mom took me over to her house to say goodbye, and just before we left, Candice gave me a hug and kiss.
She was the first person that ever kissed me that wasn't a blood relative. I don't know when that though occurred to me, but I do remember that the first person I told. My Sunday School teacher. Imagine her face when I announced that I was no longer a virgin, because of my friend Candice.
