Hey there! So I'm 30 years old now and I still think about the time when that boy lifted up my skirt and kissed me on the back when I was 20. You know, it's funny how certain moments can stick with you for so long. As a girl growing up, I always felt like I was a bit of an outsider. My parents were a bit... different from the rest of our neighborhood. They were hippies who raised me and my siblings on a farm in the countryside.

I loved it there - we had animals, grew our own food, and just kind of lived off the land. But sometimes it felt like I was living in another world compared to everyone else's lives. So when that boy kissed me behind the barn one summer day... it was almost like he saw something in me that no one else did.

Of course, at the time I was mortified - who wants to be kissed by some boy behind a barn? But looking back on it now, I think it was kind of liberating. Like, this thing had happened and it didn't matter what anyone else thought about it anymore.

What's funny is that after high school, I ended up moving away from our farm town for college. And the more time I spent in city life, the more I realized just how sheltered my upbringing had been. It was like a whole new world opened up to me - art galleries, concerts at nightclubs... I started exploring who I really was and what kind of person I wanted to be.

Nowadays, when people ask me about my past, I try not to think too much about it all. Some things are just memories now, you know? But every so often - like today - something will remind me of that boy and his kiss behind the barn... and I'll feel this mix of emotions: sadness because we lost touch after high school; happiness because it was a moment in time that changed who I am today; and curiosity about what would have happened if our lives had taken different paths.

What's your story? What brings you here today?