Stupidest memento ever. Especially if you still can't bear to part with it.
When I was thirteen, I kissed a boy for the first time. It was a suitably clumsy experience, and it took us bloody hours of small talk and nerves to get around to. In the end, this meant that my stomach remained tied in nervous, crampy knots for 2 days afterwards, due to the anxiety of the situation.

So, my memento of my first kiss was the two left-over peppermint life-savers from the roll I bought at school to ease my tum the next morning. *Was*, because I was actually so stoned and so poor a couple of years ago that I dug them out and ate them for the sugar hit. Mmm...five-year old lifesavers. Yummy.

(Let's not forget, either, the 'Memoirs of a Geisha', best/creepiest memento EVER- the doctor who spends all of his hard-earnt buying the virginity of each of the sauciest geishas he can get his hands on, taking a swab from their bleeding hymens after the act, putting it in a little jar and filing it along with the others. Class....though I suppose keeping yourself busy afterwards stops any chance of a conversation that would only be stilted and embarrassing).
(Angie the Redneck Wonder, Sat 23 Sep 2006, 0:56, Reply)