This week we're supposed to blog about our first kiss. Mine was in the summer between seventh and eighth grade. Arrowbear Music Camp. What a great experience, kiss aside. Not that the kiss was bad or anything. In truth, I don't remember the actual kiss, but I remember the guy. Chris Doss, a cornet player with silver caps on his two front teeth. He was the first guy to like me back and stole a kiss in some private spot. Afterward, I told my bunk-mate. Lee Edwards, clarinet, who also went to my school. She got upset and said I'd get "the kissing disease," after which I laid awake all night worrying about it. Chris lived in El Centro (funny the things you remember, eh?) and I in Fountain Valley. Both were in California, but might as well have been a million miles away. He sent me a card with a St. Christopher's medal, which, for those who don't know, meant we were "going steady." Never saw him again. Sigh. Thanks for the kiss, Chris Doss, and for not giving me "the kissing disease."Now, let's just see what author Jeana E. Mann remembers about her first kiss!
I love your sweet story Nina!
ReplyDeleteAwwwwwwwwww! =) Loved that. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet story
ReplyDeleteWhat the heck is a kissing disease? Gez, I'd have been freaking out if a friend told me that.
ReplyDeleteMononucleosis, a.k.a. "the kissing disease."
DeleteHaha! The "kissing disease." I remember that one. Good on you, Chris, for giving our Nina such a memorable experience. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteLoved the reminder of the "kissing disease" -- actually, around 10th grade it was pretty cool to get it. Or, that's what we thought when the head cheerleader and the quarterback came down with it at the same time. Thanks for sharing and taking me back in time.
ReplyDeleteMust be a music camp thing to know all your friends by the instrument they play! Nice story.
ReplyDelete-Veronica "no instrument, no music ability at all"
Whew, I'm so glad you didn't get the 'kissing disease' Loved your blog!!!
ReplyDeleteI wonder if Chris ever Google's himself...just saying.
ReplyDeleteAwe! Oh well. It wasn't meant to last
ReplyDeleteNice story - no wonder my folks always sent me to an all girls camp! :-)
ReplyDeleteNice story - no wonder I was always sent to all girls camps! No kissing... :-)
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