I was watching Monday Night Football on, well, Monday night and one of the football players was talking about things he remembers from his past or something. I was only half listening because it was, well, football. But I did hear him say that he remembers his first kiss. And it got me thinking. Do I remember my first kiss?

And, yes I do.

I was in elementary school. It happened at the day care center. I was probably around 8 or 9. It must have been my birthday or something because I was sitting in a chair at the front of the big room that we all gather in, played in and napped in. Our teacher, Dorothy, was talking about something. Probably about wishing me a happy birthday or whatever. [Aren't you glad I remember all of these details :P]

So anyway…there were these two little boys in daycare with me. They were twins. Little blonde haired twins. One of them was named Chris and I’m thinking the other one was David [but don't quote me on that].

Out of the blue, Chris comes up and smacks a big ‘ole sloppy kiss on me. I was all “ick” and still “woo hoo” all at the same time. He knocked me right out of my chair. Now that’s a kiss. He’s probably making some girl very happy today. Where ever he may be.

Now do you remember your first kiss? Feel free to tell me all about it in my comments.