Uh oh, it's nostalgia

This morning I was skimming over an e-mail listing the names and dates and venues of upcoming rock shows in my area, and my eye lingered when I noticed some info about a performance being put on by The Cranberries November 25.

Seeing the name of that band almost always triggers immediate thoughts of their biggest hit, "Zombie".

Which, in turn, triggers the memory of me kissing a boy who was far too beautiful to be within my league. Far too beautiful, and for that matter, also a little too old. I was fifteen...he was a freshman in college. But it was harmless...all part of a game of truth or dare staged by some kids my friend Sara and I met during a sleepover at this cabin in a wooded area of Lombard. The sleepover was hosted by an organization Sara was part of, an organization that brought together children of all ages who were living with congenital heart defects.

Little did the organization know that their gathering gave me a moment that caused my own healthy heart to race like it never had before.

I still get a tiny shiver down my spine thinking of all the details...my face flushing when I was chosen as the person for Chris to smooch...the two of us staring at each other for the longest minute ever, him cupping my cheek in his palm oh so gently before pulling me in and meeting my lips with his own.....

Don't get me wrong, we didn't make out or anything. But his mouth lingered on mine for something that was not quite a peck, but not quite a deep kiss either. It was soft and sweet. It left me breathless and thankful.

*sigh* I haven't thought about that moment in a really, REALLY long time. But it's gonna keep me humming Zombie for the rest of the day!