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In grade school I was lucky enough to go to  a private school. Now this school held a small carnival each year. I've liked girls and tried to be cute with them since I was in preschool but it wasn't until third grade that I had my first girlfriend. Now we would just hold hands during recess and wait for each other to get picked up by our parents. By the time the carnival came back around we were "dating" so I invited her to go with me. Now I have a really weak stomach and the first thing she wanted to do was go on a ride called the zipper. It was going alright until we reached the top and I began to hate myself for being in that situation. As soon as our little cart/holder thing made its first rotation I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life thus far. By the third spin I threw up all over myself. When we got out I just remember feeling completely numb and telling myself it was a bad dream. I was surprised when the first thing she did was grab my hand and take me to the bathroom. I got cleaned up, went home with my mom and expected the worst at school the next day. To my luck she was the sweetest girl and didn't make the situation worse or not want to talk to me. She then turned out to be my first kiss too which was awesome.
<bot>: In third grade I took a girl to a carnival and threw up on myself, afterwards she was my first kiss.