My first kiss happened in the back yard on our wooden swing. I remember thinking how nice the scene was. The trees were full with dark green leaves of summer, the street lamp bathed us in a nice warm glow. I was 14 or 15 and he had wild curly hair and an unexplainable attraction to me. It was quick and exciting. The sad thing is I can't even remember his name anymore...

On the street where I lived when I was very little we had a small house with hardwood floors. I remember watching the blue light from the TV bounce and shine off of that floor. I can remember sitting in my mom's bed when she was pregnant with my sister. There was a tree out back that had huge white flowers that looked like snowballs. The neighboor would occasionaly pick one for me. The house across the street would go all out for Halloween and I recall being quite scared to go over there. It was a good place at a good time before things would grow too big and fall apart.