First
Kiss
I
used to see her every day. She
was always on her own, either scooting about on her BMX bike or sitting in
the field picking daisies to make a chain for her wrist. Her name was Brenda.
Even
now I love the name Brenda. I
can still see her face in my mind all these years on.
She had blonde curly hair down past her shoulders.
Her eyes were blue and always sparkling.
We were both in P.7 at Carnhill Primary School.
I was in Mr. Carlin’s class; Brenda was in the classroom next to
me.
At
break-time she could be found playing football with the boys.
She was a ‘tom-boy’, but to me she was the most beautiful girl
in the whole school – in the whole of the Carnhill Estate even.
Christmas
came and my parents eventually bought me a BMX bike. It was silver and red with pegs on the back.
It was a ‘belter’.
I
sped off that morning down the hill towards the square that Brenda lived
in. I must have circled that
square a hundred times and ridden up and down all the lanes and alleys
waiting for my love to show up.
She
was with her friends when I saw her. My heart sank! How could I approach her with all those other girls around
her? So, there I was,
bunny-hopping up and down off the kerbs, trying to look cool, when she
moved away from the crowd and began to approach me.
I skidded to a halt beside her.
‘Did
you get that for Christmas?’ she asked.
Jesus,
even her voice was beautiful.
We
agreed to go for a ride together. We
cycled up through Carnhill, up the Steelstown Road and into the back of
the old supermarket that had been burned to the ground a few months
before. We sat on the grass
and talked about our bikes, about school, and all the other things we’d
been given for Christmas.
I
don’t remember how we started kissing but I do remember how soft and
sweet her lips were. I
remember the beautiful scent of her mouth and how I never wanted the kiss
to end.
That
was my first ‘real’ kiss. It
was my first feeling of love. Brenda
and I remained friends for months and shared many more of those heavenly
kisses until her family had to move away.
She
took my heart with her.
G.S. (Maghaberry)