One of the greatest regrets in my life is repressing that memory. I don't remember anything about her, not even her name. I was 12, so was she. I met her at a friend's bar mitzvah and told her she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I asked if I could kiss her and the boys around us got excited by the notion of two girls making out and offered us money. So we kissed and we kissed, and the dollars rolled in, but all I wanted was to kiss her in earnest. She did too, so we tried to escape the attention, but no matter where we hid, we were always found. Everything after that is bleary, but I remember leaving that night with a strong sense of shame, which is probably why I repressed the memory in the first place. And now I'm here, sharing this on ytmnd. At least I know in my mind, I kissed the most beautiful girl.