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My first real kiss was in the small patch of woods that stands behind the subdivision in which I grew up. It was trick or treat in 8th grade, and I was with a group of friends. I was dressed up as a homeless guy, and she was a stick figure (all black body suit and glow-in-dark tubing stuff attached). That little patch of woods is full of memories, actually. It was the neighborhood's go-to spot to do anything you didn't want your parents to see or find out about. We built fires, smoked our first joints, made out, etc. I suspect any day now they'll bulldoze it to squeeze in more houses.