Great Detail Challenge Meme
Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail

I, like any other girl, had my elementary school boyfriend. Unlike others though, I can't really remember if I kissed him or not. But my first kiss, my first real kiss, happened to me when I was in my junior year of high school (11th grade and about 16 y/o, for you international folks). I was dating Geoff. A few weeks earlier I had asked him to the Homecoming dance and now we were about a week away from the big event. We were in his car, sitting in the parking lot of a strip center in Atascocita, eating Burger King. I can't remember what we were talking about, but I had turned in my seat to face him and was leaning forward, no doubt listening to what he was saying (I think all I ever did when we were alone was listen to what he said, but enough about the imbalances of my past relationships, yes?) when he leaned over and kissed me. There were no fireworks; there was no orchestra. I pulled away feeling a bit let down. That was it? I thought to myself. Okay, so there has to be more. So I did the only logical thing, and leaned forward and kissed him. And then we made out. And at some point afterward he mentioned that he was a bit upset about the whole thing because he had wanted to wait until the night of the dance so it would be special. And then I had to console him about it.


Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail


Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail

That's easy, it was my most recent! Lol, that sounds like such a cop out. But it was a great three days spent with family, almost-family, and friends (Beth & Rob ♥ ♥ ♥)


Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail

I was five, or maybe six. The street I lived on was woefully lacking in girls my age, so I played with my brother's friends or two girls who were about five years older than I was. The girls' names were Christina G and Claudia F. Christina was pretty and Claudia was not. Ergo, I wanted to be Christina's friend more than I wanted to be Claudia's.

It wasn't Claudia's fault she wasn't that super good looking. Her parents were kind of ugly (in my view as an all-knowing five year-old) and her family had a lot of trouble with money and the law (a fact I would learn MUCH later).

Christina, on the other hand, had cool toys, nice clothes, and a cute younger brother. She also had the benefit of living right next door, so not only was she pretty, she was also more accessible to my wee little five year-old legs. I would have done anything to impress her (and often did, I was a bad child). One day, in the early morning, I exited my house wearing my favoritest fugly unicorn sweater and went next door and asked if Christina could play. She came out and we ambled over to my yard so that Mommy would be able to see me. Eventually, it came to me picking leaves up and putting them in a pile while Christina told me I needed to find prettier leaves. And then, she asked me the holy grail of all questions.

"Do you want to be my friend?"

Yes, of course I wanted to be her friend! I wanted to be her friend more badly than I wanted to breathe. I wanted to be her friend like some people want to be movie stars. It was the highest pinnacle of human achievement to be Christina's friend, and I wanted it. And then, the axe dropped.

"What would you do to be my friend?"

Well, for starters, I'd give her all my toys. All my clothes. And she could always play in my yard, whenever she wanted without asking me. Wrong answer.

"No, what would you do?"

I'm sure you can see where this is going. Sadly, my underdeveloped five year-old brain could not then comprehend how cruel people--especially young teenage girls--could be. I eagerly asked her what it was I could do in order to please her, despite the warning bells going off in the highly developed morality center of my brain (courtesy of many an hour spent watching Mr Rogers).

"Well you can't be my friend if you're Claudia's friend. You can only have one friend."

So I told her I wouldn't be Claudia's friend anymore. There. Easy peasy. Now, I was free to be Christina's friend. And those bells could stop going off.

"No, you have to tell her that."

But couldn't I just stop playing with Claudia? Wouldn't she get the picture? And why were the bells now accompanied by this sense of underlying doom?

"No, she might not. If you want to be my friend, you'll go to her house and tell her you don't want to be her friend anymore."

But that was mean. And those damn bells were getting louder. Much louder.

"I thought you said you wanted to be my friend."

DING DING DIIIING! And so, dutifully, with that ultimatum hanging over my head, I walked over toward Claudia's house. I couldn't understand then why Christina insisted on standing several houses away, but I figured that was just part of being so cool. She was entitled to stand anywhere she wanted.

When I reached Claudia's house, I raised my hand and knocked on the door. Her mother answered.

"Can I see Claudia?" I asked.

She called Claudia over, and was still standing there when I blurted out eight words that have haunted me since:

"Christina says I can't be your friend anymore."

And then I bolted.

I ran back to Christina, and she eagerly asked if I had done it. Of course I had, and with that our friendship was cemented.

And yes, because I said it while Claudia's mom was still standing there, I was punished and made to apologize for it. But that was the day I realized that no matter how badly I wanted to fit in, most things just weren't worth it. I mean, it was a good lesson, but I am still filled with tear-inducing shame whenever I think about it. I was mean. And not because of how I felt, but because someone told me to be mean. And even though I was five, I knew that I never wanted to be like that again.


Day 20 – This month, in great detail

Haha, that's easy!

• work
• school
• work
• work
• possibly more school

Very exciting month lined up, as you can tell.


_{Day 01 – Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 – Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 – What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 – Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 – Your day, in great detail (part one) | (part two)
Day 07 – Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 – A moment, in great detail
Day 09 – Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 – Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 – What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 – This week, in great detail
Day 14 – What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 – Your dreams, in great detail
Day 21 – Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 – Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 – A first, in great detail
Day 26 – Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 – Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 – Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 – Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 – One last moment, in great detail}