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Oh to be walking along the Thames River in Oxford again...

A Milestone Forgotten

I can't remember my first kiss.
I recall the rest: full-face slober, passionate--romantic, boring--monotonous, confusing, exciting...awkward.
Either bliss or fish lips.

I remember the first time I tied my shoes, drove a car, flew a kite, got detention, ate grilled cheese.
But that kiss?

My head's full of firsts.
Truths and Dares. Life's slumber party confessions.
Why not this?

I want the golden memory, to reflect back on in humor (or horror)?
I know who. My age. The year.
He wasn't horrifying.

So what's the where? The moment?
Dismissed.