I'm behind on my blo-mo prompts, so this is me catching up.
Tell us about your first kiss.
6th grade. Or maybe 5th. Soft-lipped Damon Moss. The window seat of my childhood bedroom. It was like a scene out of a Sweet Valley High book, all perfect pre-teen rapture, until my dad swung the door open and interrupted us. I wasn't allowed to have boys in my room again until High School.
If you could go back in time and meet your 16-year-old self, what
three things would you tell yourself?
I'm a woman of few regrets, so I'd probably just sit my ass down and bark:
1) Slow down.
2) No. Seriously. Slow the hell down.
3) Can I take a picture of your boobs? I'll need it for the plastic surgeon we'll be seeing in 20 years.
Japanese lore suggests that if you fold 1,000 paper cranes, your
wish will come true. What would your wish be, and what would you be
willing to do 1,000 times to get it?
This one stumped me. How would you answer?
Also - tell me about your first kiss. I love hearing those stories.