First kiss?

There was a song on the radio this morning on my way to work which had some line or other about the singer's first kiss. (specifically the line included the phrase "with tongues" which is possibly a bit too much information but there you go). It got me to thinking, although I can remember who and where and lots of other things about my first kiss, I can't remember how old I was.
Tracking back through various childhood relationships I can narrow it down to me being 12 or 13* (in fact I can narrow it down to the first three months of me being 13) but I cant pin it down further than that. Maybe reading one of my old diaries will give me a clue but I didnt keep a diary that far back so it's unlikely.
Anyway, the only reason I mention it is that something which was such a significant event at the time has dwindled away into the far reaches of my memory. It makes me wonder what else I will forget in the future that seems of great significance now. It's a real incentive to keep blogging so that one day I can look back and remember things that my memory has forgotten.


*laugh if you will - it seemed like everyone else beat me to it at the time although in retrospect it seems completely irrelevant...