My first taste of life.

I sat in the
backseat of
the car
with the windows
rolled down.
Not really
knowing much
about life.
Young,
Naive
and brave.
When you hear
a song from
your past it
takes you
back to that
place,
that memory.
I was just
along for the
ride.
A quiet young
girl
who never
really said
anything.
Just watched others.
I never really
caught
any of the boys
looking at me.
Not in that way.
I was always
the buddy,
the friend.
The plain
friend.
But I that never
bothered me.
I thought
That I was not
beautiful, but
classic.
Sitting in the car
a boy next to me
was trying to
put his
arm around me.
I let him.
Not because I
liked him,
but because my
best friend was
in the front seat
with his friend.
I was the
friend.
So..
the story goes.
but on this
night for
some reason
as we parked the
car and met up
with about 5 car loads
of kids,
I was looked at.
It is as overnight,
I changed.
But I looked the same,
didn't I?
As I got out of
the car I felt
eyes on me,
and I was
a bit uncomfortable.
There was a bonfire,
and as I walked closer
I saw the most
beautiful
boy.
As I looked at
him
I heard some
music in the background.
It was
David Bowie,
Rebel Rebel.
Something came
over me
that I walked up
to this boy
and just
kissed him.
Maybe it was
the summer air,
Maybe
just
maybe
it was David Bowie.
But either
way
I just tasted
life.