I can remember many things from my past; my youth, my teen years, my early twenties.....many things. But I can only feel, as if it were yesterday, two main things; my first kiss and when the doctor's first put my little baby girl in my arms for the first time.
Now those of you who know me will be wondering why I didn't mention my husband, Carlos. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of wonderful memories of him. But those are other thoughts.
Let's start with the older memory:

Joseph. Joseph C. My first boyfriend when I was 13. (I won't mention his last name) I can picture him now, even when I don't have my eyes closed. I'm smiling. What I most remember is that he gave me my very first kiss.... on the lips. Sweet, tender, innocent. I can still feel his soft, warm lips on mine. No hug. Just a kiss. His hands were holding on to the stage curtain that he used to wrap us around in. So romantic. He kissed me once. Twice. Then he looked at me and I looked at him. His pale green eyes came closer and he kissed me a third time. By this time, I'm also holding on to the curtain for support; me not knowing if I could trust my legs to hold me up.
Sorry. I don't remember anything after that, but I'm still smiling....

"I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss"
Henry VI, Shakespeare