I don't remember directly how old I was but I remember that I always estimated myself to be
7 years old.
Summer holidays were always spent with my
grandparents when me and my brother were kiddies. So back then my grandparents must have had friends. They took bro and I to visit these friends who, as it happened, had a
daughter (or maybe a
granddaughter) about my age. They also had one of those above-ground
swimming pools that your dad might build one summer. Ray (short for Raylene) and I would swim around underwater and meet each lap for a bit of 7-year-old style
underwater kissing. Our lips were the only parts that touched.
I remember much more clearly wandering casually around the pool to see Ray and my big bro embraced in a totally grown up 9-year-old style kiss.
After this trauma I took a couple of decades off the kissing game...