I was 13 or so and was outside, climbing up and over an 8-foot wooden fence with Bobby C. from down the street so we could get across to a wooded area where we all liked to play. We got to the top of the fence and were sitting there sort of facing each other, and he leaned over and kissed me. He told me years later, when we were in college together, that I told him "You really need to close your mouth a little more." I don't remember saying that and wonder if maybe he had me confused with someone else who said that on a subsequent kiss. I just remember being surprised and pleased that he'd kissed me. He was the studliest kid on the street, a sophisticated older man of 14.