April 24, 1987..we were 16..

Our first kiss..I remember this seeming to be the most romantic time ever.   Allen and his family lived on Tower St., down by the river.  He took me for a long walk, holding my hand the whole way.  Telling me about his many adventures with friends.  He found a log in the shade, sat down by me, and gave me the biggest, most wonderful kiss ever.  I'm sure our kids would be embarrassed to read this, but they came from love.