My first "real" kiss.
I was 14 and he was 15, in the back-street next to West End chip-shop on Spread Eagle St. Neither of us really knew if we were "doing it right" but it was - nice - and oh, so innocent.
P.S.
If "he" ever frequents this forum and remembers Summer 1957, I'm sorry I dumped you so cruelly a few weeks later. I'm still a bit ashamed about how I did that.
