Yeah for first kiss stories!
Warning: Mine is a little strange.
Mine was when I was in third grade. My parents friends had a son my age, James, and we would always play together. One day while I was over at his house it started raining, so we went into the barn. We ended up playing in the hay loft, building a fort with hay bales. We would pretend it was a castle, and run around it and stuff. While he was chasing me around the fort, I fell, he came to help me up and then kissed me and held my hand. Up until last year we kept in touch, James is now serving time in an Arizonia State Correctional Facility.