16/30: Your First Kiss
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment
When I was younger, my elementary school had two playgrounds. The upper playground for the kindergarteners, and the lower playground for the rest of the school. The lower playground was huge - swings, slides, a giant covered space with basketball hoops, hopscotch and foursquare grids painted on the ground, and a wide field to play around in. The upper playground was smaller - it took up maybe 1/3 of the area the lower playground did - but it had the most spectacular metal dinosaur structure to play on (it was taken down a few years after I left the school), swings, a rickety metal slide, a wooden seesaw, and two oversized tires set into the cement, which always smelled like urine and were the most popular - and pretty much only - place to hide in a game of hide & seek.
I had my first kiss in one of those tires, when I was five years old, with a boy named Andy.
So romantic.
I don't really remember that much about Andy in grade school - he was quiet, liked to read and usually stood at the easel next to mine for fingerpainting. In middle school, he was in my math classes, and won the Sim City contest we had. In high school ... I'm not sure. I know we attended the same school, and I saw him around some times, but we never really talked much. He liked jazz music, played in the band, and his best friend's name was Nevin. That's all I can really tell you about him.
I did look him up on Facebook before I wrote this - he has a master's degree and is an officer in the Air Force, is married to a pretty girl, and has a baby on the way.
Guess he did pretty well for himself.