The first kiss that I can remember happened when I was six sitting on the backstep of our house.
His name was Neil and he was SO cute! He had a twin brother named Dale and my friend was having a difficult time catching him ..... chasing him and all ..... while Neil and I were sitting on the back step enjoying ourselves and our kisses.
But I had already been in love prior to this event with a handsome older teenage boy with the most beautiful blue eyes and black hair who lived across from my grandparents. I told him I was going to marry him!
That never happened but we did end up pastoring many years later in the village where he lived. He was backslidden at that time and his wife had never been born again. She started coming to church, gave her life to God, got baptized in Jesus name and received the Holy Ghost! Later, he started coming to church again and prayed back through and has lived for God now faithfully for many years.
Interesting how things turn out.