My first kiss was at age 9. It was the boy across from us. His name was Bobby Swanner. He was the cutiest blond haired, blue eyed thing in 4th grade lol. My mom rcently told me he is in Florida now married with a couple of kids & doing well. It was alittle odd. I think I was too nervous to know what to expect.
My first time having sex I was 14. It was my first love & we were supposed to be "engaged". We dated for 6 months then he left for Ohio right after I found out I was PG. My son is now 14 & driving me insane but I wouldn't change it because then I wouldn't have him. His father now has 3 or 4 kids & sees my son when he visits his Grandmother for a week in the summer. They have never been a big part in his life but atleast he does see them some. It was not at all what either of us expected. It was the first time for both of us. We expected just to "know" what to do but found out not so much true.
