Can you remember your first kiss?

My first kiss was with a girl called Margaret. She was 6 months older than me!
We were cuddled up on the settee beneath a cardboard box. It was around 1937-38. She was evacuated during the war and left me her roller skates.
We were 6-7 yrs old.
She came back in 1944, we were all friends together.

noooooo but I will always remember my first boyfriend "George" ohh I broke his heart, I have always wanted to "apologise"!!!! but have never seen him to this day apart from a photo in the local paper...about 5 yrs ago....the strange thing is!!!! my mum has moved into sheltered accomodation (where they are all still very active do their own thing etc) and I have recently found out that he lives in the next block!!!!! but with his ladyfriend ..lol..so I can't really go knocking on his door asking to borrow cup of sugar can I lol.. he would prob tell me to off any way !! lol

I do remember! Bob from church youth club. Think I was 13 and he 15/16. We 'went out' for about a month and he gave me the single 'Concrete & Clay'!

I was 14 we met over the park,he walked me home,we where on the footbridge behind my house,he opened his mouth I didn't and got slobbered on....oh how I wish it had been David Whitney,he was my crush all through secondary school ..

I was 13 and he was from the youth club. He walked me home and kissed me and I was in heaven. Didn't last long as my mum was not happy as he was 18!
At the time I didn't understand why she thought he was too old for me

Henri pitois! In le val Andre in France! I was 14 and on a French exchange!
Ah! Those were the days. I was young, fit, slim, naturally blonde streaked hair (from the sun) tanned(ditto)
Oh to be back then with my present knowledge!

It still makes me cringe when I think about it, all these years later!

I was 15, he was my first boyfriend and we'd been to the pictures to see 'Genevieve', I think it was. We got the bus back from Manchester, he walked me to the end of our cul-de-sac and...lunged . His lips missed mine and ended up on my neck (it was dark!) so he had to pretend he meant to do that and it ended up like a snail-trail down to my collar bone and he took his leave!

I can cause my skirt fell down round my ankles! my mum used to make these hipster skirts, they were about 18inches long and sat around the widestpart of me so one clinch and down it went - was my face red!

My first kiss was when I was at Guide camp on the shores of Lake Windermere. I was 12, nearly 13, and there were 6 of us in our patrol bell tent. Across the lake was moored a houseboat with sea scouts camping on her. We practised our semaphore sending messages to and fro and one night, long after lights out, a group of them rowed across to the shore of our camp. We sat round in a circle on fallen trees and the lovely floppy-haired one sat next to me,his arm went round me very tentatively and oh joy! My first kiss! I've never forgotten sweet, gentle Mike from Kendal in that long ago summer of 1956.

Trainee fireman - way-hey Em - Bridget Jones eat your heart out!

notso !

The trainee fireman who lived a few doors away! I was 16 and he was 20. We went out a few times but it went nowhere - largely because my dad was his boss and he was more scared of dad then he was fond of me! Have to say that it was in the days before firemen became fashionable.

There were some great kissers at my Scottish High School, but not what you would consider for a longer relationship! I remember being put off a boy I fancied something rotten because he had bad breath.....

Yes - his name was Lionel - he was about 13 and I was 12. He gave me a record - Mr Sandman [bring me a dream] and kissed me. When in my twenties and working p/t at the Saints rugby club in Northampton, he came up to the bar with his wife. He blushed...charmingly...and I did likewise.

yes, like it was yesterday !

His name was John, I was 13 and it was in an alley way on the way home from school

I remember by eldest daughter, then aged 10, coming in from play and telling me that the local 12 year old heart throb had kissed her. I was ready to go and deck him, but kept my composure and said 'Oh yes, and where did he kiss you' She replied 'On his doorstep'. She's 44 now and still remembers his name.

Couldn't possibly say who he was, would blow my cover and then everybody would know

oh that shout be dgc - sorry

I am married to my first kiss - we met when I was 14 and I loved him from the start and after nearly fifty years -2 dc and 5dc still do love him lots and expect and receive lots of kisses every day. Yes i do know how lucky i am - he does have some annoying habits that I still have not quite managed to sort out - a few more year might do the trick!!

Can remember my first but having a problem remembering my last!!!

My first kiss was in the passage by the coal shed when I was 13. Have been very naughty and met up with him 40+ years later and it was even better!!

my first kiss was with girl called Gill,was about six.To us boys it was uncool.

My very first kiss at 13 was with a boy called David under an umbrella outside my house.
Then I had 2 'boyfriends' from Youth Club ....but all the time I was CRAZY about another boy 3 yrs older than me (who I thought would never even look at me).........
At a Christmas party one month exactly before I turned 14 ..this wonderful boy kissed me ...I thought I had died and gone to heaven....

and on Tuesday we will have been married 42 yrs !!!

BTY, met Mrs. P when she was 15 and I was 17. Heaven knows why she has put up with me for so many years. I can still remember exactly meeting her. I was at the Royal ballroom in Tottenham, she was with her mates, dancing round their handbags. She wore a black twinset (that dates her !) with a white skirt with buttons down the front. She made me walk her home, wouldn't get in my car !.
Now the downside, first date, I forgot her name . I put it down to concussion, I had had a fight earlier in the day, ended up with 6 stitches in my head, which was shaved by the hospital, I must have looked a sorry sight.

I must have been about 14 and his name was John he was the catch of the year
at the time everyone wanted to be his girlfriend,after going out 2xweek for a
couple of weeks he chucked me for a new girl in school and I was heart broken
I thought the world would end.When we moved back here from Spain threeyears ago I saw him in our local town and what a shock,gone was the dark floppy hair
and nice teeth and there he was in all his glory,bald toothless and very badly
overweight,I married a John in the end and he is now bald but he blame's that
on me!