I'm never gonna forget the date either because it was July 4th, 2013 - American Independence Day. My family had met with a number of family friends (e.g. other families) for a barbecue to celebrate, and we had all gathered at this one family's house that happened to have a pool. It just so happened that I and this incredibly weird girl I knew from religious school were in the pool together swimming and mucking about as children typically would do at a party. I didn't like her much, in fact she was a bit of a bitch about every little thing she didn't like including the entirety of myself. A few months earlier, she had opted to grabbing me by my ankles and attempting to swing me around her in a circle, dragging my chin on the carpet a bit and giving it a considerable burn, and seeing how she was nearly a foot taller than me it wasn't all too difficult for her. Our mucking had gotten to a point where I was trying to chase and catch her in the pool, and she had said, "Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me," in a delightfully smug sing-song voice, and after a second she lowered her voice and asked with complete seriousness, "Do you want to?" In this moment, had I known the proper terminology I would have said aloud, "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" Obviously this is not what happened, so I merely stood there dumbfounded, and muttered under my breath something unintelligible even to myself before she got in real close and told me, "Let's just do it underwater." The following few seconds were much of a blur, but I distinctly remember her grabbing my shirt (Because I was and still kind of am a bit self-conscious of my gut.), pulling me under, and kissing me full-out on the lips. It honestly felt kind of nice; She was soft and warm amidst the chilled, chlorinated water, and when she began to use her tongue which, at the time had never even occurred to me as being a thing at all, put me into a bit of shock so I exhaled hard, and pushed away from her to resurface. I honestly have no clue if something like this should count for anything because we had no real relationship, and it was basically us just being weird, explorative kids that both had some kind of mental illness that was like, "NOPE. NO INHIBITIONS HERE."
