First Kiss

A Haiku

His name was Billy
I was ten, in the fifth grade
It was early fall

The leaves were in piles
Where I ran in my yard, and
was caught on the porch

His nose was so cold
And my breath gone from the chase
I didn't like it

next week: pain

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Did you play? Comment!

Dima (see comments), eclectic, Hanni (see comments), kalki, Kranki, Sheryl, Susie, Susie's Harem (see comments)

Comments

[Hänni]

I didn't play b/c this story would be *waaay* too embarrasing, even for she-who-writes-about-farting-in-the-car. But while commenting on Susie's blog, I realized the kiss I don't count as the first kiss, well that's kind of cute.

Kyle was this Native boy who lived across the street when I was 5. We carpooled to school every day until he moved away when we were 6. When I was 19, he recognized my (distinctive) name on a time card in the office where we worked, and we rekindled the friendship.

He claims my first kiss was our first kiss, and that we were on the playground. I personally have no recollection of this, but the cute thing is, if indeed it's true, my first kiss, well it was an eskimo kiss.

[Amanda B.]

That was very sweet. :)

[Susie]

Ouch, ouch, I did pain in my Sunday post yesterday, and it was a PAIN. More of a pain than the first kiss, even.

Billy, don't be a hero...

[Mama Duck]

I'm sure Billy would be touched by your ode to your first smooch!

I remember mine...it tasted like grap Kool-Aid.

[Mama Duck]

That would be GRAPE not GRAP Kool-Aid.

Doh.

[Dima]

(Sorry for this long comment)
I didn't play, because my story is short and not that exciting. Also, some people that read my blog don't need to read this story :)
His name was Peter, and I was 8 and he was 9. Yeah, he was robbing the cradle! We grew up in conservative families and were taught that girls and boys don't kiss unless they're married. One summer night we were sitting next to each other on the swing in their yard in the country quiety star-gazing. He suddenly got up, grabbed my hand and started running, we ran really fast, and he lead me to the abandoned school yard, where we used to picnic after sneaking into people's farms and grabbing fruits and vegetables. Then he just stood there facing me. He held both my hands, he didn't say anything, then just leaned in and kissed me really lightly and quickly. I giggled and felt like I was really REALLY naughty. Then we just stood there facing each other and holding hands. He was the only boy I kissed for the next 6 years. And every summer, for 6 summers, we'd sit on the swing and run to the school yard and kiss at about the same time we did the first time.

[eclectic]

That's so cute! Thanks for the topic - I played today, too.

[Von Krankipantzen]

I played!

I think it is kinda cool that you remember what time of year it was.

[sheryl]

aww. Great topic.
I love your haiku!

hmmm - I am not sure I'll be able to write one before midnight, but I will tomorrow. I'll do a hundred words. There's always time for a hundred words. Just like pie.

[kalki]

I love haiku. And I played - we were nicely succinct and I was so not.

[kalki]

I meant "you" not "we." (It's bedtime.)

[Jana]

Haiku is just the best way of communicating ever. I need to put some more haiku into my life.

Great story. I am now feeling schmuck-ish cuz I did not have my first kiss until I was 12! Then I went on to have a CHILD 11 years after that, so I guess it's all downhill from there.

[Bucky Four-Eyes]

Hey, nobody says the first kiss has to be one we particularly appreciated. I just don't remember mine well enough to squeeze poetry or prose out of it.

Now, if we're talkin' about our first SOMETHING ELSE...well, I don't remember that so well, either. I was a little drunk at the time. ;)

[kalki]

Dima's story kicks ass. Love it.

[mrtl]

Hänni - You make me think of the commercial that plays a lot up here. It shows a bunch of eskimos doing eskimo kisses, till one puts a piece of gum in his mouth and starts making out with his woman.
Amanda B. - It wasn't. It was yukky. He was a boyfriend in label only; I wasn't into boys then. (Which is why I ran from him when he wanted to kiss me.)
Susie - You're ahead of the game. I'll link to that next week if you don't want to do another post.
Mama Duck - He shouldn't be. He was yukky.
Dima - "conservative families" = no kissing till marriage? Gah!

That is so sweet!
eclectic - Beautiful poem of yours!!
Kranki - Awesome story!

I only remember the time of year because he was chasing me through the leaves, and I was falling and getting leaves in my clothes.

It was really more like a short horror film -- boy chases girl, girl runs and screams and falls and gets up to run some more, boy catches and kisses girl, girl is grossed out
sheryl - I have a lot on your site to catch up on. I'll get there today!
kalki - Lovely in its unsuccinctness!
Jana - We all should use haiku more. I can't remember what kiss came after this one... maybe that David guy in 8th grade, which, if memory serves me correctly, he was yukky, too, because he slobbered. Then for the longest time there were no kisses (unless you count the arm or pillow practice sessions) because I was in looooove with this boy TC in Japan.
Bucky - I will not be putting THAT as a motif. Sorry!
kalki - Word.

[sheryl]

http://www.waveofmodulation.typepad.com/

I finally played. :)

[mrtl]

sheryl - Sounds like a similar experience to mine. Boys are so yukky.