Kindergarten Kiss

I was 4. Sarah was 5. 3 ft 3 with blue eyes and blonde hair that stretched to her fingertips. Oh man, was she a looker. So talented, so smart. She baked goods with her own little oven and made the transition from velcro to laces within a week. What she saw in me I’ll never know.

We shared snacks. We shared secrets. And then one day, we shared a kiss. It was Canada Day and she invited me to her home. Our parents set the stage with a gorgeous fireworks display. Sarah leaned in and said, “I’m going to do the exact opposite of what you tell me. So if you tell me not to kiss you, I’m going to kiss you”. I told her not to kiss me and that was it 🙂

What did it feel like? Fisher Price perfection. It’s so hard to describe. Our love didn’t last forever, and Sarah may have left me with only orange lollipops in our settlement, but that kiss will last an eternity.

-Good Day/ Good Evening / Goodnight MR

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