day 0

-you should come see this, she said, kneeling on the rough patch of grass outside her house.

• I stumbled towards her, clumsy as only a 12 year old can be.
  • -what did you find?, said I, trying my best not to show that I was shivering out of excitement just by being around her.
  • -It's a four leaf clover, she said, while astonishment glimmered in her eyes.
  • I took one quick glance at it but got distracted by the way her hair moved in the soft spring breeze
  • -I'm gonna go tell my dad about it, maybe we can take a picture!, she said, and ran off inside the house.
  • She left me standing there, looking directly at that thing, that green fluke, that somehow was supposed to be magical.
  • And I knew that they meant good luck. Somewhere in my 12 year old, luck translated into a wish, so I knelt beside that clover, ripped it out of the ground and ate it.
    she came back holding an old plastic camera, with antecipation in her eyes
    • -Where is it?
      • Me, not looking directly at her, still with some dirt in the corner of my mouth, kneeling on the ground, said: - I wish you would kiss me.
      • The anticipation turned into understanding once she realized what had happened. Without saying a word, she turned around and went into her mom's gardening shed.
      • She came back with a small shovel, a rake and a bag of seeds and put them in front of me.
      • -Grow me another four leaf clover and I'll give you your kiss
        And that was the day I planted my first kiss.