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One day when I was in the third grade, I arrived home from school and Mom had an new outfit she wanted me to try on.  I really liked the outfit.  It was a black skirt and a white blouse.  It felt more grown up than some of my other clothes.

I had recently made a new friend as school.  His name was Lee.  His family had just moved into our neighborhood a few months before.

I had played with Lee a few time on the weekend when I was Yvonne and I thought he was really cute.  I found myself thinking about him a lot.  Now I thought about boys a lot.  I always had.  But I had largely though about 'boys,' and not about a particular boy.

On this day,  Lee and I had sat down to talk during recess and he had told me that he really liked Yvonne.  "I think she is so cool.  And cute."

As soon as he said that my stomach had gotten all tight inside.  I was leaning back using my hands and arms as support and he choose to do the same and placed his hand on mine.  It felt good having him touch me and if I had not pushed him away when I did I know he would have kissed me.  I did not want my first kiss from Lee to be as Glen.

A few weeks later I was at the park and so was Lee. I had known he was going to be there so I had worn my prettiest dress. It was the first time I had had a chance to play with Lee (as Yvonne)since that day in the schoolyard. I wanted him to kiss me, but he had found this stupid box and would not give me hardly a second of his attention.

Mom found it all rather comical.  She told me that I had learned one of my first lessons about boys.  She had been somewhat encouraging when I first told her about Lee but had felt I had done right not to allow him to kiss me.

He did not kiss me that day, but the next time we were at the park together, he did kiss me.  I had sent him a video and I think he got the message that I liked himl



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