Kindergarden Kisses

My heart was pounding so hard I was sure it would come right out of my throat.

I could hear the grass crunching close behind and I prayed for a burst of energy to increase the gap he was quickly closing.

Letting out a scream I bolted forward. I wiggled free of my restrictive spring jacket and tossed it to the ground.

The cool breeze was a relief to my sweaty, exhausted body.

I heard his threats from behind me demanding I stop. His bare arms reaching out with each bark.

Letting out another piercing scream I told him, told the world, I would never stop. I would run forever!

A quick glance back showed that he was slowing.

I had been spared.

I would be free.

Jogging to safety I celebrated my good fortune.

And then?


His lips landed on me without warning and with the same texture as that of a goldfish.

As I wiped slime from my face shrieks of “run” filled my ears.

And there I stood alone, a defined space cleared between me and my friends.

Now their hearts raced.

LEIGHANN‘S IT.” Echoed through the playground.

My lips the enemy.


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53 Responses to Kindergarden Kisses
  1. Jessica
    March 29, 2011 | 7:07 am

    This was GREAT Leighann! I love that you shared a single memory and really let us in to every detail and I love how you did not reveal who you were running from until the end.
    You made him seem scary, and he was, in a kindergardeners mind.
    Well done!!!

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 8:17 pm

      Thank you Jessica!!
      thank you for your support always and your loveliness.

  2. Carina
    March 29, 2011 | 7:30 am

    Love it! I thought you were running from your father as he tried to make you go to school/kiss you goodbye/make you put on a uniform/or something, until the last line. Then it reminded me of the first boy I ever kissed (in kindergarten). I love how you were now the deadly enemy to be run from at the end. Very provocative.

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 8:16 pm

      My mom thought the same thing when she read it. (that I was running from my dad).
      I am always the deadly enemy.

  3. Elena
    March 29, 2011 | 7:57 am

    As I read this, I really thought something bad was happening. Great suspense! Glad to find out it was a game of tag. 😉

  4. Galit Breen
    March 29, 2011 | 8:15 am

    What a perfectly fine tuned single moment in time!

    I was right there with you, and will admit to being worried and scared the entire time!

    Mental note to really watch kids faces when they play tag!!

    I loved this line: “The cool breeze was a relief to my sweaty, exhausted body.” So descriptive, so right there in it.

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 8:12 pm

      OH YOU.
      I love it when you visit.

      Watch the children.

      Tell them, “hands OFF.”

  5. BalancingMama (Julie)
    March 29, 2011 | 8:26 am

    I was afraid for you! How funny that you played tag with kisses. Love it!

  6. HonestConvoGal
    March 29, 2011 | 9:28 am

    This is great!! I went from thinking you were being pursued by a kid snatcher to understanding you were playing tag. Great stuff. I remember the actual fear feelings that arose when you ran “for your life.” You described them perfectly here . I really like this line, “Letting out another piercing scream I told him, told the world, I would never stop. I would run forever!”

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 8:10 pm

      Everytime we played hid and seek I would have to pee because I was so scared of being caught.
      I’m not a good hider.

  7. Kris
    March 29, 2011 | 9:35 am

    His lips were like a goldfish. THAt is hilarious and such a perfect description. Too funny. Loved it.

  8. Elaine
    March 29, 2011 | 12:11 pm

    Oh gosh I remember those moments. Your brought me right back there! Great job!!

  9. Tonya
    March 29, 2011 | 12:15 pm

    Ah, to run forever….

    Love this!

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 8:09 pm

      I can’t even get up the stairs without being out of breath.

  10. Jennifer Dillon
    March 29, 2011 | 12:17 pm

    I think that you were way ahead of your time with kissing tag! I thought at first you were being pursued by a dog that you out ran, kindergarden you may have prefered that!

    I loved this line, ‘As I wiped slime from my face shrieks of “run” filled my ears.’ I thought the transition from victim to pursuer was seamless here.

  11. Roxanne
    March 29, 2011 | 1:06 pm

    Oh this was so FUN! I remember playing weird tag games in elementary school. Wonderful!

  12. Amy
    March 29, 2011 | 1:21 pm

    This is hilarious! You played kiss tag!?! So funny. You told this wonderfully! Great writing!

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 8:08 pm

      We called it “kissing tag”
      I guess boys didn’t have gooties in my town.

  13. Tiffany
    March 29, 2011 | 1:24 pm

    This was great! You focused on one memory and it showed how scared a kindergartner would react to things.

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 8:07 pm

      Thank you!
      This is what I attempted.
      I’m so glad you enjoyed it.

  14. Leigh Ann
    March 29, 2011 | 1:29 pm

    Love this Leighann! I totally felt like I was running along side you, listening to your panting and the whoosh of the breeze. Very well done! What a fun memory.

  15. Adelle Gabrielson
    March 29, 2011 | 2:28 pm

    I LOVED that game. And I LOVED being it.

    I also loved how you had me going there for a while…who was the pursuer? An adult? A dog? Was it a raspberry? An attack? OHhhhhh…it’s The Kissing Game!

    I remember a little boy named Andrew who had a mole on one cheek who loved to be chased in 2nd grade, and would shout: I’m on the menu!”

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 8:07 pm

      I didn’t think about making a RASPBERRY be the pursuer!
      Great idea!

  16. Jessica
    March 29, 2011 | 2:57 pm

    Kissing tag game in Kindergarten? I hope my kids never play that game.

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 8:06 pm

      Oh… they will!
      They will have crushes.

      My child?
      Will not.

  17. CJ
    March 29, 2011 | 3:22 pm

    Oh, the days of exhilarating/terrifying kiss tag….

    The last line?


  18. Andrea
    March 29, 2011 | 6:18 pm

    Run Catch Kiss!!! I love it! I didn’t play it until lots of years AFTER Kindergarten, but it made me chuckle to remember it. 😉 And you breaking out of your jacket, I could see a mini-version of you doing just that. Adorable. And emotionally high, your lips the enemy! What a traitor! 🙂 Great job!

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 8:05 pm

      I’m so glad you linked up!
      Read yours today..
      Great post.

  19. Jackie
    March 29, 2011 | 9:00 pm

    The first thing that I thought of was you were being chased by a mean dog!!

    Whew…. a much better ending than I thought!!

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 8:04 pm

      you’re not the only one who thought that.
      I guess I did my job!!

  20. MamaTrack
    March 29, 2011 | 10:24 pm

    Totally fun. Love the detail, especially your revulsion. I think keeping it short worked too–more might have felt like fluff.

  21. Annette
    March 30, 2011 | 12:10 am

    This was a great post…pulled me in. I thought, “gosh, who is behind her??” What a cute ending!

  22. Kat
    March 30, 2011 | 3:01 pm

    I remember that game! We always used to call it “Boys catch girls” or vice versa depending on who was doing the chasing. This year my boy got a note home from the principal letting us know that he kissed one of the girls out on the playground. I just had to roll my eyes. What ever happened to the good old days? 😉

    Great job!

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 7:36 pm

      It makes me sad that kids can’t be kids anymore.
      I hope my daughter plays kissing tag.
      I hope she starts it.

  23. Frelle
    March 30, 2011 | 7:00 pm

    i mentioned kiss tag in my memoir post too!!! LOL how fun is that?

  24. andygirl
    March 30, 2011 | 8:35 pm

    FANTASTIC! I had hoped it would be a game and not something awful, but you really built the suspense! great job! also? we never played tag with lips. but maybe that’s because I went to Christian school? hah!

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 7:34 pm

      A Christian School! And you didn’t play tag with lips?
      I don’t believe you.

  25. Ilana @ mommyshorts
    March 31, 2011 | 12:35 am

    HA! This was great. We never played Kissing Tag when I was a kid. Although, there was a boy we called “the Kissing Bandit” who would run around trying to kiss all the girls at recess. Kids are funny creatures.

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 7:31 pm

      I’m calling my husband “the kissing bandit” from now on.

  26. Leslie
    March 31, 2011 | 3:31 pm

    I have to say that I knew he was after you for a kiss from the start because of the title. But that made it more thrilling for me I think, I wasn’t scared for you, thinking it might have been a dog or something. Although the word “bark” did make me wonder if it was a dog, but I was right there with you. I remember these kind of games in grade 3, so much fun.

    Not much to concrit, your writing was tight and exciting. Maybe just on the last line. Does it need a comma for more emphasis? “My lips, the enemy.” or “My lips were now the enemy.”? I don’t know, but the last sentence just didn’t feel quite right to me.

    My favorite line was, “Letting out a scream I bolted forward. I wiggled free of my restrictive spring jacket and tossed it to the ground.”

    A fantastic moment in time.

    • multitaskingmumma
      March 31, 2011 | 7:24 pm

      Thank you for your concrit.
      And…thank you for your sweet compliments, they mean a lot.

  27. kris
    April 5, 2011 | 1:20 pm

    Love how you captured a small moment from a small girl’s perspective.

    Nicely done.

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