First Touch of Romance

My concussion a few years ago seemed to wiped some small parts of my memory. Recently, they're slowly coming back in pieces. I will try my very best to record them down bit by bit, in hope that one day, if they do get lost again, there is a place that still holds them. Seeing my niece growing up and entering her teens, brought certain images to my mind. I remembered that I was early into my teens, just starting secondary one I think. Everybody around me seemed to know what to do except me. I'm that awkward short teenager transported suddenly into an unknown world. Everybody was starting to look at guys, to talk about romance and so on. Apart from TVs I really don't know what else to except. Upon hearing that my classmates are reading romance stories, I just had to find out for myself to get into the crowd of things. I rummage my sis's old books (she's 13 years older) and found a few that looked like what I should be looking for and started reading them. Next, in order to try to be hip and cool, I went alone to Queensway shopping centre - something which I've never done before coz it's not exactly near my home - to find a certain second hand bookshop. Standing alone, not daring to let people find me browsing around in the romance section, I tried my best to dig out some romance books to bring home. It took quite awhile though coz having no experience whatsoever in choosing them, I was distressed at facing a whole shelf of pinkish colored books. Anyway, it didn't take me much time to get over this genre of books, 2-3 years I think - am I wrong or is that a long time? I still read, no longer romance though. I shy away from them now that all that teenage peer pressure is gone. Perhaps it's just not me to read them but that's still my very first touch with romance.