We all remember our first kiss. It is a very special moment in our lives. It is when innocence meets maturity. For me this occasion was no different. I was five years old and I had a best friend who was a girl of the same age. I won’t mention her name for I don’t know if she would want me to tell this story to the world, nor do I know if we have the same memories of the event.

This young girl and I spent all our spare time playing together; and five year olds have a surprising amount of free time. Needless to say, we were together a lot. Every day I would walk home with her from school often hand in hand. On one special day, being the affectionate young lad I was, I thought I would show her my appreciation of her as my best friend by giving her a kiss. Now, I was five, so this was not a premeditated move just a gesture of friendship. So I kissed her and her reaction was what one would expect . . . she hit me up the side of my head. A big old slap.

This summer I am planning on getting married and it is funny that this is going through my head. I guess I am afraid that my second kiss will be as successful as my first.