First Kiss By CHERIL HEINER The same new world can never be dis covered twice. One's first book, kiss, home run, is always the best. CLIFTON FADIMAN I remember my first kiss very well. I don't know why. Perhaps it is because it was my first kiss, or because my lips were sore, sunburned and well lubricated with vaseline, or because it was" my fifteenth summer and I considered myself well launched on the road of life, old enough for such adult experiences, and curious. Anyway, I remember. The day proceeded just like any other day. I spent most of it hatless under the sun, determined in obtaining that casual berry-brown tan and California sun-bleached hair to impress the town when I returned from vacation. In the afternoon, as usual, I took Flossie her oats. The long hair of Flossie's mane and tail waved as if it had just been taken out of braids. Down the path to the meadow I went singing "Bell Bottom Trousers" at the top of my lungs so Flossie would hear me and meet me at the gate. The path to the meadow meandered down a lane of willows formed by a fork in Birch creek. There was a multitude of deliciously cool, damp smelling shadows. Occasionally the low-slung sun burst through the branches flashing in my face. I swung my jean-covered legs into the longest strides possible, without upsetting myself, because Tom had said I walked with such "long graceful strides." Tom was a long blond boy from the city who worked for my grandfather during summers. He was two years older than I, full of unusual, abrupt surprises. He kept closely wrapped around him the air of one who had really been around and was rather worldly wise. I reached the end of the willow lane and carefully stepped across the shallow part of the creek on some mossy stones. Flossie was waiting for me at the gate. I fed her, then started back across the creek, swinging wide the oat bucket to balance myself. "Hi!" said a friendly voice. I looked up. Tom was standing on the opposite bank chewing a piece of grass, one long leg perched on a tree stump. "Hi there!" I lost my balance and one foot slipped into the water; my shoe filled up with the cool muck of the creek bottom. I tried hard not to notice. "Here, do ya need a hand?" He stretched out his long arm. I clutched it gratefully. He laughed. "Ya know, you're awful cute." "Well," I thought, "just as long as he thinks so I should complain." "Oh?" I said aloud. We walked together up the bank. He still held my hand. "Ya know something else?" He pulled me around facing him. "I'd like to kiss you." Even coming from Tom this statement rather startled me. The blood rushed to my head making tingles all over my scalp. I stared hard at the third button on his shirt. Reflections of my cracked, greasy, blood-lined lips returned to my mind. "Your hand glued to that thing?" he asked. I dropped the bucket. It made a hollow thud, then bumped down to the creek bed. "Would you let me kiss you if I tried?" "I don't know," I said and looked up square into his eyes. I really didn't know. "You wouldn't want to anyway," I reasoned. "My lips are sunburned and I . . ." His face came slowly closer and closer. There was an impulse to move, quick. My feet didn't move. I watched his mouth come nearer and nearer until my eyes crossed and I had to close them. His long arms wound around me. I could feel his warm breath on my face. "Oh, my poor mouth!" I thought. "I don't know whether I like this idea or not!" My lips hurt, just a second; then a furious whirling began round and round in my head, making my knees weak. That roller coaster feeling climbed up and down my spine. I don't quite understand it, even yet. But I sorta think that . . . that someday ... I'd like to try it again. 8 Dean Roberts, in top form, goes through the gate. The excitement over, these skiers turn toward the lodge. Weber First in Invitational Ski Meet By JIM SULLIVAN Firsts in all events won the Wildcat skiers the junior college invitational ski meet at Snow Basin Februaray 8 and 9 by a score of 1311.6 against the second place total of 1073.4 made by Boise Junior College of Idaho. Westminster of Salt Lake City ranked third with 618 points and Carbon College, Price, fourth with a total of 542 counters. Points were awarded all participating schools. Dean Roberts of Weber was the individual star, winning firsts in downhill, slalom and jumping. Ron Bennett of Weber took the cross country. Corey Engen coached the Wildcats. Milton Mecham, director of skiing activities at the college, was in charge of the meet. RESULTS DOWNHILL: Dean Roberts Weber 1.37.7 Ed Vendell Weber 1:41 Ron Bennett Weber 1:41.3 Bob Fehr Westminster 1:43.9 Dave Workman Weber 1.49 SLALOM: Dean Roberrts Weber :52.8 Glen Compton Boise :55.4 Ed Vendell Weber :56.3 Ron Bennett Weber :56.3 Colin Taylor Boise :57.2 CROSS COUNTRY: Ron Bennett Weber 17:10.13 Dean Roberts Weber 19: 3.3 Dave Folkman Weber 22:45.8 Dick Leader Weber 22:51.2 Lyle Cunningham Boise 23:43.2 JUMPING: First Jump Second Jump Dean Roberts Weber 109 101 Colin Taylor Boise 79 86 Dave Folkman Weber 72 78 Glen Compton Boise 60 78 Ron Bennett Weber 62 66 The team: Richard Leader, Wendell Farr, Ron Bennett, Ed Vendell, Dean Roberts, David Folkman. A tranquil moment at Wildcat Run. 9