MY FIRST KISS

It was 1986.
I was dancing with Karen Marie Bryant, one of the finest-looking babes at summer youth camp. I was thirteen years old.
Karen and I had been writing back and forth since winter camp and as summer approached the X's and O's (with a big X now and then) started showing up at the bottom of the pages.
My Bugle Boy jeans were tight-rolled.
Her hair was huge, her skirt was Lycra, and her earrings were monstrous plastic hoops.
Lionel Richie's voice filled the air ... Say You, Say Me.
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