Yes, I do remember. Duane McCall when I was 12. Although he was my first boyfriend, he was not my first love. The movie “Synchronicity” led to reconnection with him. I awoke this morning having decided to post a poem about that. www.samuraidragonfly.blogspot.com Duane, I have been unable to find.

First kiss - more of a smooch. We were both very shy and closed our eyes because, well, that’s how they did it in the movies. Our lips literally collided and we laughed! I saw him again at a high school reunion - still tall, still sweet, still shy and very happily married.

Is it possible to have two? I remember a dutiful peck from the shy fellow who took me to a dance when I was 14. It kind of surprised me, but that was all there was. A couple years later, a guy I had a terrible crush on invited me to the beach. On the drive to the beach in his convertible we were laughing and making puns, when he grinned at me and pulled over to the side of the road. He kissed me good and proper, pulling my sunhat down over us to “hide” us from passing drivers. I felt that one in my toes. In my mind that is my real first kiss. Still, I think the one at 13 counts. Anyway, I have been a big fan of kissing ever since.

My first kiss and subsequant kisses from the first and great love of my life spoiled it for me. We were teens and I loved him so much it was like living with a constant toothache, only the sight of him relieved the ache. We were a steady couple for 4years through high school and then I went away to persue my studies. When I finished my studies (3 yrs) I returned home and was sure we would marry but it was not to be, he had changed as had I, and although I still adored him,it was in a more mature way. I did not have to be with him every second of my life. He on the other hand had become more possesive of me and wanted just too much control of my life. Events caused me to be called abroad and it was during that time that this great romance we had lived started to dwindle and in the end just fizzled out. No great tearful and wrenching goodbys , we just drifted apart. I married, later I heard he had married too but did not last very long.We never saw each other again. The man I married and remain with never fulfilled me as my first love did, he never kissed me like him, he never loved me as much as him, and it was late in my marriage when I came to realize that I had never really gotten over my first love. My unhappy state most of my life was not caused by my husband who is a good person but my constant searching and yearning for the love I once had and lost. I have heard from friends back home lately that he has been making inquiries about me to my family. All this to tell you my first kiss marked me for life.

I was in third grade. I attended Kelley School, a ‘neighborhood’ school, at the corner of Columbia Avenue and 28th street in Philadelphia. His name was Jeffrey Earl Williams. He was my secret love. One afternoon, we were in the school playground, and he was leaning against the brick wall looking oh, so very handsome and smart. He looked at me and smiled! Then he complimented me on how I looked. I couldn’t believe my ears. I stood there for a moment, and then I came up to him, starred, then impulsively, I kissed him. I felt so embarrassed I ran away. From then on I tried to avoid him, because I was really shy, and still dreadfully embarrassed. We spent the next two years smiling at each other. Then, late in fifth grade, during Spring, he moved. I cried and cried. To this day, I still dream of him, imagining that he went on to become someone very successful. But, the first time someone kissed me, it was forgettable.

Absolutely, I remember! His name was David Wilson. We were in Kindergarten together. It was the day after my parents had a huge argument. I had never heard them argue before. During nap-time, I was quietly sobbing about my parents. David scooted over next to my pallet, put his hand on my hair, brushing it away from my face. Then he gave me a gentle peck on the cheek. I’ll always remember his compassion.

I was a bit older when I had the first kiss. I stuck my tongue right down his throat. I had no idea how to kiss, he sure liked it though. LOL! Other than that, I was a good Catholic girl. :-)

Gary. Sitting on a drainage pipe in a field of construction next to the new freeway off ramp which was being constructed. He had to remove his glasses.

Kindergarten, his name was Donnie…..later that week he said he had a nickle and wanted to buy me an ice cream cone on the way home from school…we walked hand in hand down the road until we got to the Dairy where they made fresh ice cream everyday. They gave us 2 cones for a nickle. sweet memory…….. The big kiss came when I was thirteen with a boy from school. we were in the park sitting on one of those old fashioned bench swings…..he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips…..WOW We ended up kissing 13 times (isn’t that funny). I went home and wrote in my Diary (My gosh, I can’t remember his name) kissed me thirteen times. A little cousin who was staying with us found my diary and told everyone. I was so upset. It embarassed me. It’s a nice memory now. How sweet to be Young.

Mine was when I was in 5th grade. It wasn’t really a kiss. My girlfriend and I were practicing kissing our hand in front of a mirror so we’d look like they kissed in the movies. Curiosity got the better of us and we kissed each other just for the experience of feeling another persons lips. That was that…

What a sweet subject to think about…

My first kiss? Jerry Cantor! He was much older. I was 10 and he was probably 16 or 17. We were at summer camp together. He took be behind two cabins and we talked and laughed and kissed often. AHHHHHHH youth!

Sheila, that is a fabulous piece of poetry! He was the boy who loved down the block and his name was Ed. Sixteen that summer of 1944, his sister was my Best Friend. His mother and mine had played tea parties together. His grandparents and mine were friends. I was 15. I had gone that Wednesday night (it was always a Wednesday night) on a hired school bus to a roller skating rink in a neighboring town. Coming home in the late dark, surrounded by my girlfriends, we were giggling and hooting over a couple of going-steady couples who were locked in embrace. Suddenly Ed said: “Let’s show them how!” and moved over by me and kissed me. It was not a “French” kiss, but my world turned into a kaleidoscope! Later, when the bus let us all off in front of the post office in my home town, he walked me the 3 blocks to my house and kissed me again up on the porch at our front door. I went to bed mad as a hen because Ed had prevented my achieving my goal of being “Sweet Sixteen, never been kissed!” Boy, was I mad at him! And I kind of sort of liked kissing. We were sweethearts for a while, but then he got too serious for me and scared me off. His sister is still a very old and dear friend. He married, divorced, and married again. We will always feel a little “sweet on” each other. A bit partial, as we say back home. But the Love of my Life was my dear departed husband Bob. Now THAT man knew how to kiss!

Wow I have been reading every body else’s experience but to no vale I can not remember mine. I remember the hospital I volunteered at (that is where I met my first husband, he was a patient) I remember where I met my current Husband, But who gave me my first kiss I can not remember, it would be nice if I could.