You know, it took me a long time to become comfortable hugging, let alone kissing people. Even though my aunt and uncle (mother's side) and father and paternal grandmother were affectionate with me, I would stiffen if someone hugged me, or hang to the back when everyone was saying goodbye. When I had my son, it was the first time I was able to freely show my affection. When Devon and his little friends would play, they would all seek a hug or a hand to hold on to on the spur of the moment. The openess in which they displayed affection whether it was with me or another adult was so sweet and innocent that I think it helped me become more open to affection from others.
I would have to say that I have become a much more affectionate person the older I get.
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