Here I am at ‘f’ and I’m fried. Please forgive me if the following post lacks flow. When I get to z it will be for zany, which is what I will be by the time I get there! A few firsts for you……..
I bet everyone remembers their first car. Mine was a green Ford Bobcat. My father bought it for $300 and gave it to me so I would have transport to university. Yup. $300. He really blew the bank on that one. Although the rear bumper was roped onto the car (no lie), I loved it.
What about your first job? I was about 13 when Babs called me up and told me she had a connection to making some extra cash at the local hydro utility. We hopped on our bikes and off we went. The memory is vivid enough that I can picture the room we were in as we stuffed envelopes.
First movie? My Nanny (as in grandmother) took me to see Herbie the Love Bug. Now there was a classic motion picture. I loved it so much that she suggested we just sit in the theatre and watch the movie through a second time. And that is exactly what we did. Rest in peace Winnie Finch. You were one-of-a-kind.
First live theatre experience? For me it was A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. How incredibly convenient there are two ‘f’ words in that title! I think it was at the high school where my father worked. So not exactly a broadway production but I remember it just the same.
What about your first concert? My friend’s older sister took us to Maple Leaf Gardens to see Genesis. I think I was about 16. I loved every minute of it.
And finally……how about your first sleepover party? At sleepovers we were crazy-ass girls. We used to play this game called “levitation”. This entailed one girl playing “victim” – lying flat on her back while the rest of us kneeled around her with two fingers placed under her body. The lights would be turned way down low and the person chosen as the “story-teller” would recite some horrible story about the death of the ”victim”. At the point of death the leader would say “And she was as heavy as lead.” Then like a slow echo around the circle we’d repeat ”Heavy as lead”, “Heavy as lead”, “Heavy as lead”, “Heavy as lead.” Then on a count of three we would try to pick the dead girl up with our fingers. It never worked. She was…… well, as heavy as lead. At last the story-teller would say, “And then she was as light as a feather”. Like before, the phrase was repeated around the circle. “Light as a feather”. “Light as a feather.” …..you get the picture. And then again on a count of three we’d lift the dead girl and alas we could lift her way up above our heads. It was freaky.
That brings me to the end of a few firsts.
Thank god because I am on my third whiskey. This topic begs participation. Please share your firsts in the comment section below. No topic is off-limits. Just don’t get too dirty.