What you are about to read is true to the best of my recollection.
It was the summer of 1987. I had gone away to summer camp for the first time. While there I met a nice young man named Alex. We both happened to be staying for two consecutive sessions, meaning that we were there during the time that most other campers had gone home.
Saturday evening we were sitting on a white bench watching the sunset. (The photo is of the actual location where the kiss took place.) I was lying on my back with my head on his lap. I closed my eyes for a moment and suddenly he was kissing me.
It was a very nice 12 year old kiss. Nothing creepy, no tongue, just sweet. Alex and I entered into a long term preteen relationship that lasted for 3 more days, until I met Hudson.
Alex and I actually remained friends for many years, long after I had forgotten Hudson (which isn't even his name because I can't remember it).
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