Tonight's photo: I call this "All doing our own thang". It was taken a couple of days ago on the edge of Burns Bay, Lane Cove.As I was walking home tonight, I stopped at a cross roads while I waited for a break in traffic to allow me to cross the road. Across from where I was standing was a house with a beautiful white picket fence, semi covered in flowers and bushes.
At the gate stood a boy and a girl aged about 13. The girl was proudly clutching a small, but undoubtedly cherished bunch of flowers. The boy shuffled awkwardly in the way so many 13 year old boys do with girls, (well I did if no one else did- still do come to think of it!).
She reluctantly edged her way nearer to the gate, half ready to go home, half waiting for something else to happen.
It did. He stepped forward and kissed her.
Aaaw.
True, it did look more like the sort of kiss a 6 year old gives a grandmother when ordered to by his mum - but it was definitely a kiss.
I remember my first kiss - it the cause of my getting caned at school.
I was eight years old and we where standing in line at the end of "playtime" as we called it then. Mary Appleby was in front of me and she happened to like me because I was the only one who didnt make fun of her. I wasn't being gallant - my older brother was knocking off her older sister, so it paid to be polite.
I was standing there minding my own business when without warning she turns round, tells me she likes me and plants a kiss on my cheek.
I punched her in the arm, told her to, "Gerrroffff!" and wiped my face!
Miss Watkins, who was allegedly a teacher and had a face that fully explained why she had never been married, saw me. She didn't see the one who started it of course - oh no - that would be too much to ask.
She called me into a classroom and gave me a lecture akin to Germaine Greer on speed.
Thankfully she gave me two strokes of the cane - for a minute I was worried she was going to kiss me!
Wherever you may be - be safe!
