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#96 First Kisses

FIRST KISSES - Albeit a little late to the game, I was fourteen-years-old when I had my first kiss. It was the summer of 1991 at Camp White Pine, a beautiful summer camp located three hours north of Toronto in Haliburton, Ontario. I had been a camper there since the age of nine, and loved every summer. But all of my girlfriends had already kissed boys many, many years ago, and I was seriously lagging behind. It was now or never. So during the month of August, a group of twelve went on an overnight ski trip to get out of camp, ski the day away, and share a tent with boys; very exciting for a fourteen-year-old. The excitement and nerves in my stomach felt like they were going to burst through my skin. We all unpacked our sleeping bags in the tent and were hanging out until one of my devious girlfriends made eyes at everyone else to head down to the ski docks, leaving Will and I alone in the tent. My heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to have a full-on heart attack right there and then. But Will didn’t give me a chance. Within seconds he turned me towards him and planted one on my lips. I thought my head was going to explode. He pushed his tongue inside, which was slightly less than appealing, and our braces were knocking together. But he was the sweetest guy and so gentle. After about sixty-seconds of a heavy make-out session, we left the tent hand-in-hand as boyfriend and girlfriend. It was the best first kiss an adolescent girl could ask for. So thank you Will! You are truly one of the nicest, sweetest guys. You are a rare breed.

So go out there and find your Will because First Kisses truly CHANGE EVERYTHING!


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