When I was 7 years old my family had just moved from Tokyo to Las Vegas (my father was in the Air Force). We lived on base in LV for 6 months. During that time I used to ride scooters every day after school with Christina, who lived just down the street. One afternoon I went over to her house, parked my scooter by her steps and ran up to the front door, which was already open for whatever reason, and there was Christina stark nude, changing out of her dance costume. I was so embarrassed I didn’t say anything and just turned around, grabbed my scooter and ran home. When we were packing our car to leave LV for Iowa, Christina ran out, told me she would miss me, and then gave me my first kiss on the lips. I was embarrassed again and didn’t know what to do. So I got in our 1989 Chevy and we headed East. In retrospect, I should have asked for her number.