I was 15, on my first date with my first boyfriend. Walking with him to his place, he pulled me into an "alcovey" thing in the wall, and kissed me. He was about 6 months younger than me.........and he's just found me on facebook.
Ahhh the first kiss
*sighs remembering fondly*
We were both 12 and at secondary school. Was on the school playing field, in the rain, well after the bell had gone.
Got a bollocking for being late back to class but it was soooooooo worth it!!
Managed to stay together till we were 17 too.
I was 7 and the lad's name was Gordon. He was Scottish and I still had a Scottish accent at the time.
He and another lad called Graham both wanted to kiss me but I insisted that I'd only kiss one. To help me decide, I said that the boy who brought me the nicest pressie could have a kiss.
Graham brought me some perfume which he had pinched from his big sister's dressing table so I made him take it back. Gordon, however, gave me his favourite green Dumbo rubber so he triumphed in the competition. We snogged for at least half an hour in an old wrecked car dumped in a nearby car park. The windscreen had been smashed and was all over the floor inside ... I felt like I was sitting amongst diamonds!
I was 10 and Shirley was 11 and we went for a walk after school. It was just opposite old St Pancras churchyard. After we'd kissed she said, " Ugh!! that was horrible!".
I love that song Winchy :inlove: