Do you remember your first kiss? I don't mean those pecks on the cheek you got from aunts and uncles when they visited or fumbles during Postman's Knock at parties. I mean your first 'full on grown up kiss.'
I remember mine as though it were yesterday and was reminded of it when my mobile hairdresser came and she told me that today she was taking her daughter to buy a 'Prom Dress' for the forthcoming Prom at school. Golly, in my day no such thing took place - the dress was to cost £400. How many times would it be worn? More than once? I doubt it.
Out big 'do' when we were kids was the Sunday School Anniversary week-end: going round the village on a cart pulled by the farm horse on the Saturday afternoon, tea in the School Room (potted beef sandwiches, caraway seed cake and 'fancy' cakes) and then - all the tables put away, chairs round the edge of the room and the same old games played - Postman's Knock, Musical Chairs, Spinning the Breadboard, Oats and Beans and Barley Grow.
The couple who ran the whole week end had a daughter M and shortly before the week end she announced her engagement to G (she was in her early twenties. M would help her mother with the washing up and such like but this time G came too (we were all keen to see him) and he joined in the games - doing all the organising of the chairs for musical chairs and suchlike.
When it came to Oats and Beans (you can read the words on Opies site) the boys make a ring and the girls make a ring outside them. Everyone walks round singing and eventually come the words: "open the ring and take one in (a girl you have chosen) and kiss them when you get them in". G chose me and I held my face up to be kissed as I had every year for the previous five years. But the kiss I received was unlike any kiss I had received before. I was shaken by it and unsure what to do, so I just stood there until he took hold of my hand and we all swung round to the last verse:- 'Now you'remarried you must obey. You must be true to all you say. You must be kind and very good and help your wife to chop the wood.'
The next game was Postman's Knock where a boy goes into the dark cupboard in the corner - a girl knocks on the door, goes in, kisses him and the boy comes out leaving the girl in there for when the next boy knocks. Somehow I knew that it would be G who would knock when it was my turn. It was of course - half of me didn't want it to happen but half of me was curious to see if I had imagined it. This time in the dark and in a confined space it was more of the same only moreso. I never told a soul until today and now I am telling you. But I never forgot it.