Day sixteen – Your first kiss.

I’m not going to include too many details, let’s not forget that this is the world wide web and pretty much anyone can read this. And, you know, girls my age should not kiss and tell. (Because we get Sagrada Familia sometimes and tend to kiss frogs that never turn into princes.)

But my first kiss was of course before I’d ever been Sagrada Familia. It was exciting and clumsy. It happened inside, my cheeks were blushed from dancing and it was back when my hair was vividly red. It was crazy ass bananas, but fun. I probably wouldn’t kiss the guy now, but back then it was the right thing, I suppose.