There's a first for everything. First kiss, first love, first date, first time having ***. Usually first times are great. But in some cases they aren't. My first kiss was alright. I mean, it was in seventh grade and i thought it was perfect at the time. My first love was amazing until it ended. He was perfect; we were perfect together. First date was ******. It was in Ninth grade and neither of us could drive. Also, neither of us really had money so it was horrible. First time having *** was okay. The summer before senior year with one of my best friends. It really wasn't at all what everyone talks it up to be. But do I regret it? No. Do I regret anything that has happened to me? Not at all. All of my first times make me who I am.