Kissing tag is not for the faint of heart. It’s also not for the very short.
As a child I was both.
This was to my detriment because I had no desire to get kissed on the mouth–or anywhere else–for that matter. Especially not by Waylond Ford
Waylond Ford was a tall, wolfish boy in my kindergarten class.
He was also the bane of my existence.
This is because: for whatever reason, he decided to make me his object of torment.
He would chase me around all during recess calling me Chicky and trying to kiss me.
As a young person, this was my greatest fear:
Now I worry about other things. Grown up things. Like: graduating college, getting a real job and lowering the interest rate on my school loans.
Right now, a little smooching out on the playground doesn’t sound like too bad of a trade-off.