1. I was 13 when I had my first kiss. It was at a dance during summer camp. His name was Matt. After summer camp was over, we had a brief period of exchanged letters. In one of these, he sent me a drawing he had done especially for me of The Predator.
2. High school was a time for much unrequited love. I didn’t go to prom (though I desperately wanted to) and except for item #1, there was no kissing. Perhaps one day I will scan and post some pictures from this era to help illustrate the teenage woes.
3. In the beginning times of The David, there was an afternoon when we were talking about how we felt about one another. We were both dancing around saying “I love you” for the first time, so instead I told him that he gave me a welling in my heart. Ever since, “having a welling” has been one of our things.
margaret edith 