The Darkest Secret

Dear Fellow Bloggers,
I have failed to post "good" blogs as Indiana Jones would say. So to make up for it I will tell you a secret. It's a good one. To this day my stomach twists and turns with guilt. Nobody knows of this secret. Not one person. I guess it's kind of bad but it happened at a very young age.
Here it goes.
I pushed Jimmy down the well.
It was me. And I played it cool,
by calling Lassie to the rescue.
That's it.
*sigh*
I'm glad to have finally gotten that off my chest.

Okay, so that never happened. But jeeze, I'm trying to stall a little okay. This secret is a big deal. Haunted me for years for Christ's sake.

Alright.
Well one day when I was very little,
I'm not sure how old I was but I want to say 5 or 6,
my family and I were at an old friend's house.
We don't talk to them any more, probley because we moved away but anyhoo, they had two boys.
One older, around my brother's age named Adam.
The younger one, Josh, was a couple years older than me.
As the adults sat in the living room, they all conversed about the little league all us kids were in.
The boys, my brother, and I were all in their room playing Cops and Robbers.
Josh and I were the robbers while the older boys played the cops.
As soon as the robbers got caught, they were sent to jail.
Josh and I sat on the bed of his parents twidling our thumbs for what seemed like forever.
I suppose the cops went on a coffee and donut break, leaving the robbers trapped in a small room.
It was Josh's idea.
We kissed.
A french kiss to be exact.
Crammed in a small closest while we sat in a big pile of shoes.
And that ladies and gentleman is the story of my first kiss.
And it was weird.
Not until 5 years ago did I truely get over it.
I find it sort of funny now.

So there's the secret. Take from it what you will.
Ta-Ta for now,
Dances With Wolves