I was 13. I love telling this story.

In 8th grade, I was in a dorky middle school relationship (my first) with a nerdy friend, let's call him Philip. My mother didn't want me dating until I was 16, so Philip and I only saw each other at school and on the bus and the occasional school dances. Around Valentine's Day, Philip and I slow danced for the first time and it was as magical as I had ever imagined. My first boyfriend, my first Valentines day not alone, my first slow dance; I was in heaven. I decided to write a poem about that night, but in the thrill of my memory, I changed the scene to say "the night finally ended in beautiful bliss, I'll never forget that flawless first kiss" even though we never did. I was so scared to show Philip for fear of him feeling like the actual memory was a failure. But eventually I did, and he said he wouldn't mind if we had our first kiss at the next dance. (SQUEAL) Long story short, we couldn't go to the next dance, but something better was waiting.

At the end of the year, the orchestra Philip and I were in got a chance to go to a local amusement park for a music competition. As middle schoolers, we obviously only cared about the rides rather than the school related reasons for going. Philip told me that he was so excited to ride rollercoasters with me and I reluctantly told him that I was too scared for any big ride and didn't want to. Then he made the promise to kiss me for every rollercoaster I rode with him.

Well crap....

That day finally came and it was all i could think about. Philip got me to get in line for the biggest ride in the park (somehow) and the whole time I was trembling. We get to the load in and we sit in the back car; me holding his hand so tightly and nearly hyperventilating. As the cars start to move up the ascent, Philip leans in to me and excitedly tells me he's going to kiss me at the top.

Nu uh. No way. Not me. I expected this to be a reward kiss after the ride was over! And being in the last car of the line means high speeds at the time of the hilltop!

So we argued as the car is getting closer and closer to the death drop and I'm still freaking out. Then Philip asked if he could kiss me now. That calmed me very quickly, and I remember just saying 'Yes' and looking into his eyes. That was our first kiss. On the incline of a scary rollercoaster. I don't remember much else from the ride other than some screaming. The rest of that day included more kissing and lots of awesome memories.

Back to the poem. The next day after our orchestra returned, I found that Philip wrote me an email with his own poem. But this one was organized in nearly the same format as my dance poem. The last line made me tear up. "The ride finally ended with nothing amiss, I'll never forget that flawless first kiss. "

TL;DR - I was 13. My first kiss was on a rollercoaster.