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Your first kiss
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
I actually wrote about my first kiss in some detail right after it happened, because I knew I'd want to remember it later in life. Unfortunately, that text document appears to have been lost. Sigh.
It was at the Lodi juggling festival in 2003. I was thirteen and he was seventeen, to the surprise of absolutely no one who knows me. His name was Josh Simon, and we'd met about twelve hours beforehand. We were practicing the three-ball cascade together--you know, when you stand next to each other and each use your outer hand for the pattern and kind of awkwardly put the inner arms around each other's shoulders and giggle a lot. That's how we did it, anyway. After a while of that, he asked if I wanted to go for a walk, which was when I figured out that we'd been flirting. (I hadn't been quite sure.)
We found a neat little Buddhisty-type garden. It was outside visiting hours, but we hopped the fence to get in. It was a lovely place; I'd like to go back there and wander around someday, for nostalgia's sake. The kissing itself was kind of eh, but the excitement made it worth it, which I imagine is how most people feel about their first kiss.
He was with a group from a school or something, and he got in major trouble for wandering off with me. He had to stay within fifteen feet of the group's chaperone for the rest of the weekend, so we didn't get up to anything else. By the next juggling festival, I was already smitten with another boy in our little group, and Josh was completely head-over-heels for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
devils_reject, neither of which worked out very well for anyone involved in the end. But it was fun while it lasted, and I don't regret it.
We're friends on Facebook, but he never posts, and we haven't had a real conversation in about five years. I think he's living in Vegas now.
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
I actually wrote about my first kiss in some detail right after it happened, because I knew I'd want to remember it later in life. Unfortunately, that text document appears to have been lost. Sigh.
It was at the Lodi juggling festival in 2003. I was thirteen and he was seventeen, to the surprise of absolutely no one who knows me. His name was Josh Simon, and we'd met about twelve hours beforehand. We were practicing the three-ball cascade together--you know, when you stand next to each other and each use your outer hand for the pattern and kind of awkwardly put the inner arms around each other's shoulders and giggle a lot. That's how we did it, anyway. After a while of that, he asked if I wanted to go for a walk, which was when I figured out that we'd been flirting. (I hadn't been quite sure.)
We found a neat little Buddhisty-type garden. It was outside visiting hours, but we hopped the fence to get in. It was a lovely place; I'd like to go back there and wander around someday, for nostalgia's sake. The kissing itself was kind of eh, but the excitement made it worth it, which I imagine is how most people feel about their first kiss.
He was with a group from a school or something, and he got in major trouble for wandering off with me. He had to stay within fifteen feet of the group's chaperone for the rest of the weekend, so we didn't get up to anything else. By the next juggling festival, I was already smitten with another boy in our little group, and Josh was completely head-over-heels for
devils_reject, neither of which worked out very well for anyone involved in the end. But it was fun while it lasted, and I don't regret it.We're friends on Facebook, but he never posts, and we haven't had a real conversation in about five years. I think he's living in Vegas now.