What do you see?

For twenty eight years, he has been in my life. So many seasons, months, days and hours. Shared. As I look in the mirror, I see in my face, those twenty eight years. I am no longer a young teenager, feisty, mouthy and full of ambition. I see the dyed, almost purple, hair, the sun … More What do you see?

Loves first kiss.

What age did you have your first kiss? Was it love or anything but? I was reading a post recently about a first kiss. (I have tried and failed to find the blog to credit), and since then I have found myself reminiscing. I was a young eleven year old, when playing hide and seek … More Loves first kiss.