i was six and he was, i had decided, a younger man….although his birthday was a day before mine, he was in kindergarten, not first grade like me.
he sat behind me on the little school bus, and he was blonde….and cute.
i suppose my mother arranged a play date at our house- so he came home with me after school and we went to my room to play.
soon, i cajoled him into the dark walk-in closet, a favorite hiding place when my parents fought and i was scared. the closet was a safe place. i wanted to show it to him. so, i led and he followed, until we were deep into the clothes, but not too far to see the light from the slightly opened door.
and i kissed him.
and i kissed him again.
and then, i heard my mother as she opened the door.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“We’re hiding from xx (my brother). i don’t want him to play with us,” i said.
my mother was upset that i’d intentionally left my brother out, so we were marched to his room, us toting Legos.
three big things happened that day: i had my first kiss (although i don’t officially count it as my first kiss, cause uh, I was SIX), and i lied to my mother for the first time….and she believed me.
all because of a boy.