As a young girl, naive and inexperienced, you picture your first kiss as magical, romantic, and storybook-like. In thinking back, it was none of those things, as I mentioned. It did not last long, nor was it magical at all; it was more mechanical. Wait! I am getting ahead of myself now. Let us begin.
It was 1971, and my parents visited my aunt Ramona who lived in the projects of Van Courtland Ave in the Bronx of New York. She lived on the 15th floor, and the elevator always smelled of urine. Her apartment was a railroad apartment (an apartment with a series of rooms connecting in a line) overlooking the playground from the kitchen window. She kept the apartment very clean and immaculate. The aroma of delicious food always came from her kitchen. My aunt Ramona was an excellent cook.
She had five daughters, Nellie, Ivette, Evelyn, Aurora, and Betsy, who was a year apart from me. I hung out with her, mostly.
This particular afternoon, I went with my cousin, Betsy, to the playground behind a schoolyard. I don’t recall the name of the school, but I do remember the playground vividly; a big chain-linked fence and lots of concrete. We met up with two boys, her friends from school. I had no plans on kissing no boy on this particular day.
Thinking back, I was so naive, and I was this shy kid, awkward in appearance, a nerdy, nerd! My cousin had it planned for me.
After the small talk and getting acquainted moments, here we were behind the schoolyard all four of us, then the moment came with no warning or warm-up, I received a mechanical kiss. Nothing special, but I later mentioned it to my cousin. Why? What made you arrange this kiss for me instead of letting it happen naturally or at least warn me. She wanted to do something beautiful for me.
It was just plain awkward! I will always remember it as a strange day, not a delightful day but a funny(peculiar) day!