“After Tony lifted Brian from the tree house, I climbed down the ladder, dizzy from the catastrophe.” After leaving the tree house in the game of hide-and-go-seek, the author was released from “the catastrophe”, the word she used to describe her hiding experience in a tiny, dark place with Brian, a boy “with brown hair always tangled with mud or leaves, and an elf’s freckled face.” Physically the author’s body was hurt from balling up for awhile in a corner of the tree house, with her “arms and legs strained and burning from crouching.” One the other hand, she suffered the harassment, a sudden and impulsive kiss, from Brian. “At that moment, I made a vow that I was sure I’d obey for life: I would never kiss a boy ever, ever again.”

For the author, it was indeed a disastrous experience. However, in later years as the author looked back on this incident she had a different perspective on this event. She thought she should’ve not kicked Brian harshly and reacted too violently. “Brian Moorhead tried to kiss me, and I made him cry.” She should’ve reacted to this incident differently. We know as a reader why the author would “curse that day” because she had “a huge crush on Brian.”

As the author write, “I was kissed for the first time,” Is there special event occurring to you for the first time which has brought you a smile later on like the author (curse that day)? Or when was the first time you were in love (with a person, an object or others)? What’s happened?