Great thread! I feel all warm and fluffy.
The first boy I kissed was the son of my grandma's next door neighbour. I think I was 5 and he was 6 (forward young lady that I was!)
My first crush was on a boy I sat next to in primary school - in the days of school milk in the break, he used to give me his digestive biscuit, while I let him drink the cream off my milk as a swap. (the double entendre capacity is burgeoning)
My first boyfriend I met at school, in the year above me, we went out togther from fifth year, he went to university and I followed the year after but we soon broke up, the attractions of so many others were too great (for both of us)
We met up on Friends Reunited a few years ago, and email sporadically, just the odd joke and exchange about our football teams, it is nice to be in touch again, and I feel v.grown up, there's no agenda - he's a super hot shot in business now, with a wife and child, and I have never been happier with all I have.
It's funny, but when I look back on the 18year old I was, leaving home to study, I would never have imagined for myself the life I have now - if I had thought 'where will I be in 20 years time' - well, that's a whole new thread!