by Nancy Mehegan
We never forget our first kiss
His name was Pete McCoy. I had a crush on him for months. I first saw him at a Church dance. He fell out of a telephone booth, in front of me, actually. I was 14 years old. I would write his name over and over in my school pads. Peter, Peter, Peter. We passed notes to each other between classes in the hallway. Silly teen-age notes.
One night at the Holy Spirit Church dance, we were dancing, and he somehow maneuvered me, unknowingly toward a back door. He then pushed the door, and pushed me outside under the trees on this autumn night and BAM -- he laid it on me. Wow.
I'll never forget it. Somehow was attracted to me! It was wonderful. I could see the stars in the sky. Beautiful.
C'mon girls -- how about you?
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