There seems to be some magical age when a kiss becomes significant.

Most people’s actual first kiss doesn’t “count” because it happened in the kindergarten sandbox, before they really knew what it meant.

And then there’s me. I’ve always told myself my first kiss didn’t “count” because it happened with another girl, even though we’d already reached that magical age of significance.

But now I’m not so sure.

Welcome to Microvember, my take on NaBloPoMo. Each day this month I’ll be posting microfiction, short vignettes, or poetry, accompanied by photography.

Is this piece fact or fiction? The world may never know–and that’s the fun of Microvember.