The 11 Questions Tag Game Part 2

This is the second part of my Tag. Part one being here. Righto, here are the 11 questions posed by Magical Mystical Mimi.

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Bug is on the left

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1. - First date - Who, where, when?
Most of you know this as it's what my memoir is all about. So, obviously, it was Bug, and our date was in secret in the bushes at boarding school in England, when I was 13 years old in 1976 (oooh that dates me!).


2. - First kiss - Who, where, when?
Ditto above - not a very successful first kiss for me either, but you'll have to wait for my book to discover why.

3. - First car - What make, model, year?
It was a second hand Fiat 600D, can't remember what year but it was old. Her name was Howdy as the number plate was HOW 805D. I still have the licence number plate somewhere buried at the back of my brother in law's storage container. I loved her even though she only had a top speed of 50mph and leaked like a bucket when it rained ... which it does ALL THE TIME in England! 

A-Z Challenge: K - Kiss

K is for Kiss

Today I am delighted to introduce my friend, Barbara Alfaro. She is an amazing writer who I met through the Scribd community. She wrote this lovely poem all about her first kiss. It is the title poem for her collection of poems, which is available to buy on Amazon Kindle. More of Barbara's writing can also be found on her blog. I particularly loved a short story she wrote called "Resistible Impulse" about a robot called Shelley. She has published her memoir, Mirror Talk, about growing up Catholic, her experiences in New York Theatre, her marriage and the healing power of humour.

First Kiss

Teddy O’Connor, I dreamed of you last night.
You were the age you would be now
and still handsome in your quiet way.

Remember us, in our Easter Sunday best,
beside my father’s mint green Chevrolet,
holding torch-shaped ice cream cones.

Ten years later, I’m wearing a prom dress.
You are Cary Grant in a rented tux.
You broke my heart that night,
being too attentive to another.

Somewhere between the Carvels
and senior prom, probably
when we were twelve, we paused
in a Long Island woods and
sat beside each other on a fallen tree.
You surprised me with a kiss
and I fell silent as a log.

In the dream, you said you live in Delaware.
I wonder how you are now.
The fool part of me is tempted to see
how many Theodore O’Connors
live in Wilmington but if I found you,
what could I say?

Teddy O’Connor, I dreamed of you last night.

   ~ Barbara Alfaro

Isn't that a great poem. Can you remember your first kiss?