I remember my first perm at twelve (sadly). I remember 'Jack and Diane.' And I remember my first kiss. My "boyfriend" kissed me on the train tracks after walking me home from school. Cute right? No! It was a total mess, just bad smoochery all around. I also remember he told his older brother what a terrible kisser I was. His brother told my brother (they were friends—lucky me) and my brother told me. Really? This is what 14 year old boys discuss over cheetos?! I was devastated.
Somewhere along the road I must have recovered.
Somewhere along the road I must have recovered.
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