They say you'll never forget your first kiss. This was mine.
Her name was Sally and she lived next door. My best friend, well for all of that summer. So out playing one day down by the farm, we'd stopped for shelter from a shower of rain in an old barn. I was playfully running my fingers through Sally's hair when she started to kiss me; her mouth slightly open, I could feel her tongue with mine.
It was my first real kiss, and I loved it. I fell head over heels in love that day.
We often visited the barn during that long, hot summer and it didn't stop at just kissing, but sadly a couple of months later Sally was involved in a car accident and had to be put down.