I was in sixth grade. There was this guy I was dating named Chris. It was raining and we were all standing by the softball field, where all the cool kids were hanging out. Chris had told everyone he was going to kiss me at recess, and so suddenly everyone starts crowding around. In a circle! It was mortifying! I didn't want to do it, because I was so nervous. And so then, one of my friends pushed me into the middle of the circle. And that's how it happened. It was raining and it was cold. I mean, Chris caught me and kissed me. I remember it was really wet. I remember wondering whether it was the rain, or if Chris was a sloppy kisser. Who's to know?