Kissing A Boy 40 Years Ago

(Community Matters) So, over just the last couple of days, I’ve connected with someone with whom I went to elementary school 40 years ago. I’m embarrassed to admit I have zero recollection of him. Evidently we were in patrols & third grade together. Doubly surprised I don’t remember him because he’s Black. I don’t even remember having a Black friend until junior high. Our schools just weren’t very integrated. I don’t remember a Black classmate until Johnny Johnson in junior high.

And, tonight, he’s told me we were kissing friends. Again, no recollection and didn’t even realize what this meant. Further into the IM chat, I asked if kissing friends meant we actually kissed. He said yes, in the circular drive at Wainwright Elementary – seriously, I have zero recall; thought the first boy I kissed was . . . . well, that’s another story and many many years later.