The memory of one’s first kiss is usually a nostalgic and sweet memory, which evokes in adults a smile and perhaps a longing for an age, in which everything was naïve and magical. But when you are 13 years old, it’s an entirely different story. Your first kiss is the most desirable, as well as frightening thing, the most intriguing but at the same time, the most disgusting. This is the moment we talk about time after time with our friends, but in the end, we are on our own. When you are 13, getting to your first kiss is like a race, and you have no intention of coming in last.