That's. Funny.I'll say yes to make myself appear like a deeper writer.
But really the subconscious works in mysterious ways.
I got my first kiss on my fifteenth birthday, in the lake. My girlfriends were supposed to go with myself and my new boyfriend and his best friends, but my friends both got sick overnight. I let him drive the jetski, and he was so itty that when he took a turn, we both flew off because he was too small to hold onto.
Thank the Lord for fat's buoyancy. And for the son I have with my first boyfriend's birthday.