I thought it would be a fun idea to chronicle some of the firsts in my life so I don’t forget, in big things and little things, and in no certain order at all.
So, here we go. Let’s see what I can remember.
The first tooth I lost was when I was four years old in a fish and chips restaurant. I actually can still conjure up the rather blurry memory of digging it out of my mouth.
The first young man to ask me to be his proper dance partner was Stephen, and that was this past November. We’d actualy just met several months prior at Family Camp and we just really hit it off well. Whenever we’re at the same parties we end up being together for the entirety of the evening. He’s lots of fun.
The first story I wrote was about a boy named Tom and his siblings. I was about seven or eight years old.
The first superhero movie I ever saw was Captain America: The First Avenger. (The second superhero movie I saw was Thor.)
The first mystery series I ever read (as far as I can remember) was Cam Jansen, the girl with the photographic memory. Did anyone else read Cam when they were young? Or Encyclopedia Brown? Or The Boxcar Children? Or American Girl History Mysteries? It’s no wonder my primary entertainment is sleuths and whodunits nowadays, that is all I read as a kid.
My first official crush was Basil Rathbone’s Sherlock Holmes. Unashamed.
The first vampire book I ever read was Dracula. Not Twilight. That’s how it should be. (By the way, Dracula? Best. Book. Ever.)
The first person I ever wanted to marry was my best friend Ben. It was kinda devastating to learn that cousins couldn’t marry however.
The first time I got to pet stingrays was at the zoo. But the first time I got to feed stingrays was two year later at Sea World. Both of these things are one of the best feelings in the world, especially if you’re an animal lover, like myself.
The first poster I ever bought was Star Wars related.
I’m pretty sure the first movie I ever saw in theaters was VeggieTale’s Jonah Movie. And I still like that movie.
The first pet I ever personally owned with a hermit crab. Who’s name I can’t remember anymore.
The first laptop I ever owned weighed about 100 pounds and could barely run the old Army Man games (well, it wasn’t literally a 100 pounds but it was so old that it was just super heavy). My parents were nice enough to get me better one when I proved to be responsible.
My first boyfriend (and so far only boyfriend) is not even a boy. But he’s a he. And he’s the neighbor dog. Clarence. Who adores me because I’ve been walking him for nearly four years. And he treats me like I’m his girlfriend. Because he gets jealous of my attention. So everybody says he’s my boyfriend. Speaking of which: he was my Valentine this year! He laid on my feet, gave me his paw all on his own and even gave me a kiss on face when I asked for one. Oh, if you were wondering, he’s a Golden Lab. And he’s my first boyfriend.
The first PG-13 movie I saw was The Blind Side.
The first kitten I ever saw delivered from beginning to end was the oldest of Princess’s litter, Dot.
And I would tell you all about the first time someone called me crazy but I don’t remember because it was so long ago and there have been so many numerous times that it’s impossible to pinpoint the exact first time. So, anyway.