It’s time to take a stroll down memory lane and have a look at some of the firsts in my life.
My first car was Jo(h)n Voigt’s Lebaron (one of Seinfeld’s many pop culture contributions). The ’89 Chrysler Lebaron (non-convertible) was passed around from my great uncle to my grandma and her partner and then to me. Tunes were via cassette deck.
It was a decent size car, but it seemed small compared to my parents’ ’84 Ford LTD boat that I learned to drive in.
I can’t find a picture that matches my Lebaron, but this pic from Wikipedia is the LTD.
Home away from parents
I mostly flew the coop when I was 18. I liked in student residence at university for the next 5 years, but I would return to my parent’s place for the summer. I think 22 was probably the last year I summered at home; after that, I was gone for good.
I didn’t have my first job until the summer after my first year at university. It involved accosting people and trying to rope them into a free lunch that would involve a hard sell for a timeshare. I only lasted one day of training and then one day of working before coming to my senses and realizing that job was not a fit for me.
My first well-paying job was after I graduated from pharmacy school. I paid my way through nursing school picking up pharmacist shifts.
I was a bit slow getting going, and I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 19. It was at a Halloween party organized by my university faculty, and a friend of a classmate and I started flirting. He had some kind of orange face paint situation going on. We started making out, with some excessively enthusiastic tongue action on his part. Perhaps I was drunk, or perhaps I was distracted by the weirdness of the tongue, but it failed to cross my mind that his orange face would become my orange face. So yeah, not subtle.
I like this term, and think it should make a comeback. My first time going “all the way” was when I was 21 or so. Some of my guy buddies from school played on an intramural ball hockey team. A few of us girls would go watch some of their games and go to the pub afterwards. Anyway, one night one of the guys came home with me. It was not particularly productive, what with his drunken state causing technical difficulties. I found out a few days later that dumbass was engaged, and just hadn’t bothered to tell a) me, or b) any of his school buddies. I was very much not impressed.
Trip to a foreign country
I did a school exchange to Japan in grade 9. There was smoking on the plane, which was still allowed back in the day. And I think I’ve mentioned before that my host family served me a fish head for breakfast one morning. I lost quite a bit of weight because the food really wasn’t my thing.
It was my brother’s pet more than mine, but we had a hamster at one point when I was a kid. The pet store didn’t realize she was pregnant, nor did we until she started popping babies out. They were quite cute little things.
My first guinea pigs were Baba and Ghanoush, who I got not all that long before my first hospitalization. Luckily, an animal-loving friend was able to take them for the two months that I was out of commission.
The first family computer was a Mac Plus circa 1990. My first computer of my own was a Compaq Presario laptop, which I got to take with me to university. I spent a lot of time playing Minesweeper. My roommate thought I was very studious, but she was quite wrong.
I used the Netscape browser. I had I think 5 hours of monthly internet access through the university, and beyond that, I think I used NetZero’s free deal. And of course the good old dial-up internet noise.
And in case you’re too young to know what the dial-up connection noise sounds like, here it is. My guinea pigs are very reactive to certain noises, and this is one of them.
Cell phones didn’t really start to become a thing until around the time I was graduating from pharmacy school. My first phone was this little Nokia number, which is Wikipedia’s list of best selling phones. Snake was the only game on it. Texting was more of a production with this kind of phone.
Real bed purchase
My first time living on my own post-student residence, I got a futon. I didn’t get an actual bed until a couple of years later when I finished nursing school. It seemed rather grown up to buy a real bed that wasn’t cheap student furniture.
I was 26 when I bought the condo where I live now. It was kind of weird having a home that was actually mine, but exciting at the same time.
Buying a home felt like I was really an adult, but for some reason, buying new kitchen appliances stands out in my head as very grown up.
So, there you have it, a few of my firsts. Feel free to share any of your own!