…………she’s senile! Just kidding, don’t shoot me. Mine was with Shirley Menis when I was 11 years old. My first girlfriend. She lived behind my house, and I would walk over to hers every morning before school. She always gave me a big kiss in the garage, so her mother wouldn’t see. Nothing like kissing in 10-degree weather inside a garage. Then, we’d walk to the bus stop and pretend to others that we hardly knew each other.

Oh, James, I just love it. That is so like 11 year-olds! I don’t remember my first kiss, but I surely remember a few others along the way! I’m 78, but there are some things one never forgets

I not only remember who, I remember where and when… The summer of 1968 I was 13…Larry Tremblay kissed me. My family was vacationing in Massachusetts in Miles Standish Park…he was 15. I held my breath each time he kissed me and could not figure out what was so great about it when you turned blue when you were kissing…eventually learning how to breath while kissing. I think most people remember their first kiss.