Well apart fron spin the bottle at junior high parties...the first real "kiss" was when I was fourteen. I was spending the summer with my cousin in Kansas and I asked a cute little girl to go the 4th of July picnic.....Judy Van Hoy was her name and she was a doll!!! We held hands and talked but that was it....until that night when we found a spot off by ourselves to watch the fireworks....she laid a lip lock on me that I remember to this day....and yeah, fireworks of our own were made....we kissed until our lips were chapped.

She dropped me a few weeks later for a guy who had a car but boy do I remember those make out sessions....hope where ever she is, she's happy. (and has a nice car!!!!!)

rangerboy