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Thursday, February 4, 2010

First Kiss

His name was Bobby and he was a blue-eyed blond. I met him on my first day of Kindergarten. We'd just moved into a new house and I was starting school in the middle of the term. I had ridden on the big yellow bus that morning with my older sister. She had left me standing by the classroom door and had hurried down the hall. I remember peeking into the room filled with tables and chairs that were just my size. The walls were covered with bright colorful pictures and artwork was hanging from the ceiling. Sharp smells of paper, paste, and wet wool assaulted my nose.
In the far corner of the room, the teacher's desk sat looking heavy and solid. Mrs. Smith was standing next to it and she was talking to some of the children. Mom and I had met her the day before when we came to school for registration. Mrs. Smith had short curly gray hair and she wore pearls on her ears. She had smiled and she smelled soft and powdery reminding me of my Grandmother.
On the opposite side of the room sat the piano. Its white keys made me think of teeth and it seemed to be giving me a welcoming smile. One of the boys was plinking on the piano's key's when he turned and our eyes locked. As he made his way toward me, I swallowed a couple of times then bent down and pulled up my knee socks.
Bobby said "Hello", and asked me my name. I told him. I thought he was cute. Mrs. Smith asked Bobby to show me where to hang my coat. He took me out into the hall and identified our cubicles. He pointed out the coat hooks and explained that the lower shelves were for our napping rugs and winter boots.
Bobby said, "We're going to have music first, then we do our workbooks. But after workbooks comes the best of all, cut and paste."
I sighed and fingered the hem of my dress.
"It'll be okay." He leaned over and gave me a kiss on my cheek.
I gasped and put my hand over the warm spot that Bobby's kiss had left. I looked out of the corner of my eye at him and smiled.
Yes, his name was Bobby and his kiss became a building stone in the bridge of my school years on my road to adulthood.

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