East Tremont Avenue (West Farms Square)
I can remember the first time that I ever kissed a boy. I was a senior in high school and I was madly in love with my best friend Mike. We had been getting relly close, almost too close. Kisses on the cheek and long groping hugs were not out of the norm. So this one night at a party, he tells me to come outside, and that he had something to talk to me about.