I love your first post of FIRSTS. What a wonderful exercise for all of us to delve into: writing out the most memorable firsts, and their emotional impact on us. I'll do a few...
My first dog Liesl was killed when my Dad's too young girlfriend, Melanie, left her in our car in the middle of the summer with the windows rolled up. I t would be the first of a long line of dog losses for me. My first french kiss was with Jenny Schneeman. She had braces. It did not go well. My first time getting high; I was 9. I was in front of a bonfire with my hippie Dad and his hippie 3rd wife. I didn't smoke pot again for 9 years. My first drunken spillage was at 14, having consumed one too many Anheuser Busch beers. I lost it all over Nobadeer Ave.
When I write these down, I am transported back to that moment. I feel light and anxious and a bit happy. I think I will do some more of this down the road. Thank you, Robbie.
I distinctly remember losing my virginity,too. It was the summer of 1973 Having finished my sophomore year of college, I was home for the summer. I met him at a party. We talked all evening. He called the next morning and we talked on the phone for a couple more hours. He was into the movie Godspell so we went to the movies and saw it. We both were kind of amazed that we were so comfortable with each other having only known each other for a few days. We went out to dinner after the movie. He had an apartment and I was at my parents house for the summer; so we went back to his place. One thing led to another and he became my”first”. Because I was almost 20, he was really freaked out when I told him that he was my first. I believe at one point he wanted to know if I wanted to go to the hospital. With him, I had the perfect “first”.
Great piece, RV. Fun to read! Look forward to reading more.
I love your first post of FIRSTS. What a wonderful exercise for all of us to delve into: writing out the most memorable firsts, and their emotional impact on us. I'll do a few...
My first dog Liesl was killed when my Dad's too young girlfriend, Melanie, left her in our car in the middle of the summer with the windows rolled up. I t would be the first of a long line of dog losses for me. My first french kiss was with Jenny Schneeman. She had braces. It did not go well. My first time getting high; I was 9. I was in front of a bonfire with my hippie Dad and his hippie 3rd wife. I didn't smoke pot again for 9 years. My first drunken spillage was at 14, having consumed one too many Anheuser Busch beers. I lost it all over Nobadeer Ave.
When I write these down, I am transported back to that moment. I feel light and anxious and a bit happy. I think I will do some more of this down the road. Thank you, Robbie.
Great post. Thanks for sharing so freely.
I distinctly remember losing my virginity,too. It was the summer of 1973 Having finished my sophomore year of college, I was home for the summer. I met him at a party. We talked all evening. He called the next morning and we talked on the phone for a couple more hours. He was into the movie Godspell so we went to the movies and saw it. We both were kind of amazed that we were so comfortable with each other having only known each other for a few days. We went out to dinner after the movie. He had an apartment and I was at my parents house for the summer; so we went back to his place. One thing led to another and he became my”first”. Because I was almost 20, he was really freaked out when I told him that he was my first. I believe at one point he wanted to know if I wanted to go to the hospital. With him, I had the perfect “first”.
What a beautifully written piece! So fun to learn more about you. Love it!
Love it! What a beautifully written piece! So fun to learn more about you.