Well, mine was when I was 11, maybe 12 years old. There was this individual who lived up the street from me and was an outsider among our small group of 'neighborhood friends'. My best friend at the time thought they were weird because they dressed like a boy and used male pronouns while their physical sex was female (this was mid-90s Georgia, before gender and sexual identities were really openly discussed), but I loved talking to them. They were one of the most genuine people I'd ever known and after hanging out for several months, we became pretty close. One day, we were lounging in my backyard where my parents had this in-ground pool and while chatting the subject of kissing came up. They'd never kissed anyone before and though I'd endured a couple of pecks from my best friend's brother a time or two in experimentation, I'd not had a real kiss before. So we held hands and got super close and without my realizing it we ended up laying on the diving board, just making out. I still remember how soft their palms felt against mine and how incredibly warm their lips were. It was the most intimate experience I'd ever had, perhaps have still ever had as everything since lacks that sharp, startling clarity. We moved to Tennessee a couple of months later and it broke my heart to leave them behind.

The moments and people that matter the most you don't ever forget.

I was just going into 8th grade and at a party in the new boy in town, Phil's, basement. Spin the bottle. I was not at all into boys but played along since that's what everone was doing. Phil's turn came and the bottle was spun but he stopped it - at me (!) and then he grabbed my hand and took me to the closet for a kiss. My first intimate kiss and he chose me, a bit heady and he certainly knew how to kiss!! Thing is there was a classmate who REALLY wanted Phil for her boyfriend and was she pissed at me! So I had a 'boyfriend' I really did not want and a girlfriend who's mad at me. When I finally made it clear I did not mind kissing him but did not want to go steady Phil got pissed at me and stopped talking to me (and kissing me). I've often wonder if he and my ex-friend ever got together.

Slipping my hand into Sherri H.s shirt the first time, I felt a real boob and she let me. 9th grade. 34b. A perfect moment.

Dammit, I can't remember..