<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d7917459\x26blogName\x3dfirstkissproject\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLACK\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttp://firstkissproject.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://firstkissproject.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d4021338945997668753', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

« Home | Next » | Next » | Next » | Next » | Next » | Next » | Next » | Next » | Next » | Next »

Katie's Story, 13-years-old

I grew up like any young girl day dreaming about boys and what it would feel like to be kissed. Studying every romantic film I came across and praying that one day I would have my chance. Low and behold, like a Cinderella story, the moment of truth came as the clock struck midnight on my thirteenth birthday ( Or 9:30 p.m. but go with me, after all I was only in the seventh grade).

I still remember that evening clear as a bell. My parents had come early to pick me up from a Jr. high dance I was attending. The night had been filled with smiles, many "your so lucky" comments, and dancing. Early in the evening I had become glued to a tall, hansom and older boy who I had met, so yes I did feel lucky.

Anxiously, I grew as the night progressed with sweaty palms, a racing heart and the constant breath check. Questions, I had pondered a million times raced through my mind: "Do I move my head? What do I do with my mouth? Do I look cute? Maybe this shirt does not fit right?... AHHHH, maybe he does not even like me."

And then it happened, just like a fairytale. It was a moment of pure bliss, my fears were instantly forgotten. My wish had finally come true, a moment that I had dreamed of for so long. My first kiss was utterly perfect and what better day than a girl's 13th.

Please keep entries to 500 words or fewer when possible. Your email address, and any other identifying information you choose, will be kept private. By submitting your story, you grant the First Kiss Project copyright and publicity rights. If you do not wish to grant the First Kiss Project these rights, it is suggested that you do not submit to this website. The First Kiss Project is all about sharing, but please don't steal these stories or use them as your own. Thanks.