Sep 29 2008
My First Time: To Kiss a Girl
My First Time to Kiss a Girl was a big secret, of course. 
She was my “girl friend.” We were in First Grade and it was 1953.
Her name was Lola Hanson; perhaps it still is. She will always be my “first love.” I liked her because she was pretty and had nice hair. We walked home from school together almost every day. She lived down the road further away from school than I did so she always walked the rest of the way herself.
But on this “special” day we made a short stop along the way. About half way between the schoolhouse and my house, there was an old sugar beet “dump” right next to the railroad tracks. The “dump” is where sugar beets were dumped from the trucks into the underground bin, later to be conveyor-belted up and into waiting railroad cars. It probably wasn’t called a “dump” at all, but that what we called it. Ahh, but I digress.
Lola and I knew what we were going to do so we quickly went into a small enclosure where we would be “hidden” from view and then we kissed. We kissed on the lips. More than once. More than twice. Yup. A bunch of kisses. It was fun, as I recall. And, as I recall, I really didn’t pay any attention to whether Lola thought it was fun. My heart was all pounding fast and I just wanted to kiss and kiss and kiss. We never did it again; perhaps she was disappointed with my performance, but I had no performance anxiety nor regrets about our encounter. So far as I know, we never told anyone. At least I know I didn’t.
Oh that is so sweet. I don’t think anyone can froget their first kiss. I would have loved to have lived in the 50’s so romantic but with internet of course. I loved the fashion. The dresses were so feminine!..buzzed it.
woo hooo..Absolutely delightful story. Have just discovered your blog, and needless to say,will be checking in on daily basis.Thanks, you really put a smile on my face this evening.