In a message dated 9/28/2002 12:02:44 PM Mountain Standard Time, NJ-MEMORIES-D-request@rootsweb.com writes: > SO LETS HEAR ABOUT SOME FIRST NEW JERSEY KISSES. > I was in fourth grade, and a sixth-grade boy walked me home from school and bought me an ice-cream soda and kissed me. He stayed at our house the rest of the afternoon and talked to my mom about his trumpet with the solid silver mouthpiece and his Jon Gnagy art kit. Believe me, I was impressed! By the time a few weeks had passed, the guy was totally ignoring me. When I asked him why, he said, "Women are fickle." I had to ask my mom what "fickle" meant. Doris in Colorado (Up2Nutrix@aol.com) "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." -- Jim Elliot, missionary and martyr