July 4 early 60's. The park was filled with folks waiting for the fireworks to begin. Her mother was busy keeping tabs on her obnoxious younger brother. Her father because he was a fireman was on the far side of the lake readying the upcoming pyrotechnic display.
She knew the boy slightly. His older brother worked at the bowling alley where she sold cokes and French fries from behind the counter. He motioned her over and they talked, all the while leaning closer. It didn't take long for them to get close enough to twine their bodies together and lock lips in a long satisfying kiss. Her backbone barely felt the pressure of the rough metal swing set intent as she was on other feelings and trying to discern exactly what that hard object might be that impressed the front of her shorts.
As sudden as the first burst of fireworks over the lake came her mother's voice calling her back and tearing them apart as they drifted back to their families and the children they still were.