Do you remember your first kiss from a boy/girl?
I watched that come up on TV or something the other day. I don't remember mine. What about you?
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Freeranger · M
Well, thankfully.....it wasn't my sister. 😁
As stated elsewhere, I grew up on a farm and, during different times, of Summer, our "city" relatives would drop their kids off at the farm for a week or two....or more.
Pre-teens minds being creative, my sister decided we needed to re-create Repunzel. We charged 1 cent to the adults.our aunts and uncles who made up the audience. (which you got back after the show.) My role, which I do not remember included kissing my cousin, who was very pretty. With brown hair and brown eyes, she was gorgeous....hah.
The production took place in what we had termed, the Little Barn.....it was a small barn where, in years before, they'd gathered the milk from the cows,. We kids had cleared out the usual agricultural stuff that had gathered there, and made enough room for our small production.
The time had come.....parents, aunts and uncles filed in and took their seats.....
Fast forwarding....I remember little else, but I do remember the moment my city cousin, looking directly at me, closed her eyes and kissed me....I had never been kissed like that before...especially in front of a room full of adults....
Phew.....I ramble.....on the farm, crops were growing, and across from us, on the neighboring farm, the fields had headed out and were about to be laid down to dry for hay....whose aroma each year is THE best organic cologne Mother Nature ever releases....hay making in the field...such a sensual gift that.
I realize that, I may have deviated and prolonged...but seldom is one grand painting completed with three strokes of a brush. I only know that, triggered, my memory engages in things I have long forgotten. It's a gift to experience it really.
As stated elsewhere, I grew up on a farm and, during different times, of Summer, our "city" relatives would drop their kids off at the farm for a week or two....or more.
Pre-teens minds being creative, my sister decided we needed to re-create Repunzel. We charged 1 cent to the adults.our aunts and uncles who made up the audience. (which you got back after the show.) My role, which I do not remember included kissing my cousin, who was very pretty. With brown hair and brown eyes, she was gorgeous....hah.
The production took place in what we had termed, the Little Barn.....it was a small barn where, in years before, they'd gathered the milk from the cows,. We kids had cleared out the usual agricultural stuff that had gathered there, and made enough room for our small production.
The time had come.....parents, aunts and uncles filed in and took their seats.....
Fast forwarding....I remember little else, but I do remember the moment my city cousin, looking directly at me, closed her eyes and kissed me....I had never been kissed like that before...especially in front of a room full of adults....
Phew.....I ramble.....on the farm, crops were growing, and across from us, on the neighboring farm, the fields had headed out and were about to be laid down to dry for hay....whose aroma each year is THE best organic cologne Mother Nature ever releases....hay making in the field...such a sensual gift that.
I realize that, I may have deviated and prolonged...but seldom is one grand painting completed with three strokes of a brush. I only know that, triggered, my memory engages in things I have long forgotten. It's a gift to experience it really.