First Kiss

Being seven, can be very arkward. You're no longer cute and cuddley anymore, but your still far from being grown up. At seven, I was still my Mom's charge. Wherever she went, I had to follow.

I was the strangest little Kid. I wasn't interested in anything. Every thing just seemed to be a bore, and I couldn't understand why I was a little Kid.

My Mom was always losing me. She would make me go shopping with her, and I would think, "oh, more shopping, I'm going to sleep."

So, I would crawl under a display or something and go to sleep.

After a while, all the sales girls would be on the alert whenever I would walk into a department store, because they knew I was going to find some place to hide away. But the worst place was the sand box.

Whenever my Mom would take me to the sand box, I would think, "oh, no, I have to be around all those Kids that think this is fun."

I mean after putting the sand in your pail once, the thrill is gone.

So of course, I would go right to sleep in the sandbox. But the ultimate low was Kindergarten. All of these kids playing with little blocks and making a mess with all those crayons. I went right to sleep on that.

The teacher would say to my Mom, "I don't understand your Son, he refuses to stay awake in my class."

I thought, "oh, let me hurry and grow up. Life as a little Kid, is just too boring."

I mean really, I felt like I had nothing in common with the junior set. Then, this was almost a bright note.

Someone from a modeling agency noticed me sound asleep in the sandbox one day and said to my Mom, "Your Son is really handsome, I would like to model him."

I thought, "hey, that might be interesting."

But no. My Mom said, "I want my Son to have a normal childhood and not have to grow up with cameras everywhere."

I thought, "Mom, are you crazy? I can be a star here. And anyway. What kind of a normal childhood is this that I'm having? Everything bores me."

Then one day, my Mom took me to the Park for a picnic with her friend and her friends little daughter, that was the same age as I. We were both 7 at the time.

I thought, "oh, another boring picnic, and now I'm going to have to listen to all their shopping talk. I'm going to sleep."

So, I found a nice spot on the grass and I feel sound asleep. Then after a while, I felt something crawling on me. I opened my eyes and noticed that it was my Mom's, friends, daughter. I noticed that my Mom and her friend were busy chatting away, and were not even aware that the girl was crawling all over me.

I thought, "well, if I close my eyes and pretend I'm sleeping, the girl will go away and find something else to crawl on."

But no, she kept crawling all over me.

I'm thinking, "well, I don't know what she thinks she's doing, but I'm just going to keep my eyes closed until she gets bored and goes away."

Then, all of a sudden, I feel something soft on my lips.

I'm thinking, "hmmmm, that feels good. I wonder what that can be?"

It just kept feeling nicer and nicer.

Then I thought, "oh, what the heck. Let me open my eyes to see what this is."

Then I notice, that its the girls lips, that are on mine.

I asked, "whats that"?

She said, "thats a kiss."

I said, "oh, I like that."

She said, "I like that to."

I smiled and said, "oh, at last something that's not boring."

Well, since that day, my life really changed. I wasn't falling asleep all over the place anymore. I seemed to be wide awake and interested.

But, I always wonder. "Was it the kiss that day, when I was seven, that sparked something in me; or was it just time to wake up?"

Well, whatever, I have been wide, awake, ever since. And that is the story of my first kiss, and my first unboring moment.

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By Tim Mack, My First Kiss is a segment taken from Tiffany Stone. The rest of the very long Tiffany Stone story can be found at this URL. http://www.freewebs.com/episodesofjacques/tiffanystone.htm