Our lives are full of firsts, from our first breath at birth, first tooth, first step, first school, first fight. Without them, we go nowhere, do nothing, learn little and miss out on so much.
I suppose the most prominent First most of us remember will be our First Love. Mine was one sided and painful. He had eyes for another, she kicked me and the fact that I was only six years old has got nothing to do with it.
In later years, my First Date was a farce (we went to see To The Devil a Daughter and he puked), my First Kiss horrible (he belched just when it was getting interesting) and my First Snog wet and sloppy, not all with the same guy I might add.
Here are a few of my other Firsts that might not be exactly what you imagined:
I bought green nylon wool in a sale and proceeded to knit myself a cardigan. It was awful, with tension lines denoting every time I’d stopped and I never wore it. I think Mum unravelled it and knitted lots of blanket squares and little vests for refugee babies.
Top of the class in Maths my first year at grammar school (Teacher was the most surprised).
First (and only) time drunk.
I was 17, and someone started putting gin instead of vodka in my orange juice. I fell through the back door and Mum found me in a heap on the kitchen floor. Curlers, fluffy slippers and dressing gowned as she was, she picked me up and put me to bed like a five year old. Never again. Thankfully I didn’t embarrass myself further by throwing up, and I was spared a hangover.First Satisfaction
Handing my ex-Maths and careers teacher (see above) her money over the counter from the Head Till position in the bank where I worked. She had told me I didn’t have the brains to work in a bank.First Roast Dinner.
I cried. Not only had the chicken I bought gone off, but my roast potatoes didn’t go crispy and my gravy resembled brown tapioca pudding.
First Dinner Guests.
I played safe buying ready made pastry for a quiche, salad stuff and a chocolate gateau for dessert. The couple we entertained were bank customers who had become friends and we kept in touch even after my divorce. Throughout our friendship, we swapped recipes and she gave me plenty of cooking tips, including how to do perfect roast potatoes.
First knitting for somebody else.
I knitted a blue turtle necked sweater for my first husband. It took me 2 of the 3 years we were married. He wore it twice, even though it was a bit big, but then Sloppy Joes were very popular in the 70s. I washed it and it stretched……. becoming baggy and long enough for me to wear as a dress.First Driving Lesson.
I took to it like a duck to water and my instructor was surprised I had never been behind the wheel before as I didn’t stall once. I passed my test first time, the only girl in the family to do so to date (Jan 2014) .
First Trip Abroad (1991) and First Flight (1993)Both involved Amsterdam with my Hubby and are covered in The Best Day of My Life as is my
First Helicopter Ride.This was even more special as it was the last thing I shared with my Dad.
I have shared hundreds of other Firsts with my Hubby since we got together in 1989. But the best one of all is that I have always been FIRST with him.
That in itself is another First, as I have never been first with anybody.
What a sweet and entertaining tale. And the hubby sounds like a keeper. Firsts might not be all they’re cracked up to be, right? 😉
Too right. First husband was a waste of ……. my time! ha ha
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So good you were firsts. We were too!
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This really is a lovely post, Di. Thanks for sharing it. I must think about my firsts.