Wednesday, November 26, 2008
You always remember the first...
Whatever it is, the first time you receive/buy/experience something it is always a special and memorable moment
My first kiss that wasn't given by a relative was whilst at school and was from a boy named Ian.
The first man (well he wasn't a man and he wasn't a boy - perhaps he was a mabo) I spent the night with was coincidentally also called Ian. The only bf I've ever had who rode a big motorbike.
My first car was an old Honda Civic. It was bright orange and sadly I managed to dent it a few times. In the end it was too rusty to pass its MOT and got sold for £100 and some fashion jewellery.
The first time I ever went on holiday alone I went to the Edinburgh Festival. It was a lot of fun and I followed the festival with a week touring around the Highlands where it rained everyday.
The first thing I ever bought with my very first pay packet (a Saturday job in Boots at Muswell Hill) was a kettle. I wanted to have it in my bedroom so that I could offer my friends tea and coffee and appear a little grown-up.
The first time I left home it was to a flat share above a secondhand clothes shop in Blenheim Crescent off Portobello Road. Most of my friends had stayed on at school to do their'A' levels and I was the only person with their own place, somewhere where they could bring their boyfriends and be 'alone'. Alone if you didn't count me there wishing they'd stop it and go to sleep. I was home three months later with exhaustion.
The first ever blog award I got was yesterday from Dumdad - that's it at the top of the page - and I'm very pleased with it. I've seen so many awards on so many blogs and I have to admit to having felt a slight yearning for one. It's also special because Dumdad is a journalist and words are his business. He's a Brit living in Paris and his blog is an interesting and funny read.
What's the first thing you ever did, bought or experienced that meant a lot?