My First Kiss

Oh, boy, this ought to be good! I haven't even told this story to my kids. Enjoy, kids!

Art was a young man that worked summers on a farm that was quite close to the area where I lived. It was a pleasant hike to this farm if the weather was nice. I remember walking to

"Hooker's Farm" (honest!) at least once. I remember sitting on the grass with my hiking friends and watching a bull being led by a rope that was attached to a ring in his nose. That was a little scary. Art used to come to our neighborhood riding on a white horse and he had a

barn aroma around his being, but he was kind of cute- especially astride that horse.

Art was Margaret's boyfriend. Lots of boys liked Margaret. She had big blue eyes and long curly

eyelashes and golden-brown hair that glistened in the sun. She also had freckles and tiny feet. She was always complaining about her hair, and I suspected she was fishing for compliments, which she got, of

course. She was older than I was, being about fifteen.

I don't have total recall on how Art and I happened to be together, but Margaret wasn't there.

Art said to me "What would you do if I kissed you?"

Being in total shock at such an idea, I replied, "I'd die!"

I guess he didn't care if I died, or even fainted dead away, because he planted a big wet sloppy

kiss on my innocent little mouth. (well, innocent, yes, but not so little)

Yuk!!!

Every time I see Bette Davis wiping her mouth in disgust after that actor kissed her, I think of Art.