I imagined my first kiss to be
in Paris, under the
moonlight, but in reality, it was in my house,
when I was 12, I turned off the lights for fun, I
couldn't
fund the light switch, and the 15 year old boy went up to
me
and kissed me. Not what I expected, but... Oh well.
Turns out he was a jerk.
Wonderful first kiss, huh?