December 21, 1960

I remember the date and year well; it was a Wednesday. English class with Mrs. Lawton. She had asked me to go into the closet and bring out two cases of new books she would be handing out to all the students. No big deal, right? Right.

I no sooner went inside, than a girl rushed in after I did and said my name. When I turned around, she held a sprig of mistletoe over my head and quickly kissed me on the lips. She pulled back and said, "I really like you." Then she ran out of the closet.

I was so taken aback, I walked out without the books, where Mrs. Lawton asked me what was wrong, and why was I smiling so much. I then remembered to go back and get the books.

It was my first kiss from a girl. Her name was Carol. And I'm smiling now just at the thought. Days past, days remembered.

Man, it was a good time to be young then.