Taking What I Want

I was always pretty forward, even as a child. I don't think I remember a time when I wasn't strong willed, which I suppose is a good thing, but I can get a little overbearing. Even my first kiss was something that I wanted so I took, though the boy may not have been as thrilled about it. He was a friend of mine, a neighbor. He was over one day, and I had wanted to try kissing as I had seen it in a movie, and so I just kissed him. Nothing major, just a peck on the lips. He didn't come over for two weeks after that.