well i had my first kiss my freshman year, but the one that is sweeter was when i was in 3rd grade, and the boy across the street i had a huge crush on would always come over and visit me. Well one day i was playing in a tree and got stuck and he saw me and wanted to come help. The sweet thing was he dressed up in his superman suit (one he had gotten for halloween, which was not far away) and came and saved me and when i was on the ground he just went for it right on the smacker. I guess he figured he had a right to, but it was still pretty sweet.
By the way, all grown up, he sits 2 seats in front of me in my history class and we never talk. my, how things change...