First posts are the worst! Do you dive right in, and pretend like this isn’t the first time you’ve posted something? Do you make an intro post, even though you have an About page? Or do you just post something short and sweet, so it’s out of the way? The first post is a conundrum!
In an attempt to avoid that awkwardness, I’m going to do something in-between. I’m not going to just blab on about myself, because I’ve already done that here. But I also want to acknowledge that this is my first post. So I don’t want to immediately jump into the topic currently on my mind (foreshadowing future posts: The OA).
Instead, I figured I’d share some of my more interesting firsts. That way I’m both talking about myself and sharing a post that could stir up some conversation!
My parents drove Mustangs, both when they were growing up and throughout my childhood. They each owned a late-70s model pre-children, and they drove a white ’87 until I was old enough to remember crying when they sold it.
So it was only fitting that my first car be a ‘Stang – a red ’93 that had sat unused in someone’s driveway for so long that I spent the first year I owned it, learning how to fix it. Or, at least, learning how to diagnose its’ problems.
It leaked alternator fluid, which was easily fixed by keeping a few bottles in the trunk. It guzzled oil like it was going out of style, so that was kept in the trunk next to the alternator fluid. The radiator sprung a leak once – green fluid, if you’re wondering. And I managed to fry the stereo system with a miss-placed piece of gum tinfoil and the cigarette adaptor.
First Cell Phone
Remember the Razr? It came in so many glorious colours, but none more glorious than vibrant pink? Yea? Well that wasn’t my first cell phone. I begged, I pleaded and I swore I would die if it wasn’t my first cell phone. My parents however, risk-takers they are, gambled on my life and opted for a different model. Once that wasn’t hundreds of dollars on a contract. One that they could hand over to their 18-year-old daughter and be confident she wouldn’t rack up a thousand-dollar phone bill.
The Nokia 3310. Prepaid. I loved it. It came pre-loaded with Snake AND you could buy different covers for it! The first time I ever bought one, I almost had a heart attack. The guy at the kiosk offered to install it for me, to which I agreed. 10 seconds later he had my phone in pieces and I thought he had definitely destroyed it. Another 10 seconds though, and my phone was back together and looking sharper than ever. It wasn’t pink, but it had a pattern! It only took one summer of texting for me and my parents to learn how expensive $0.05/text could be though, so it wasn’t long before I retired my first ever cell phone and upgraded to a model that supported Mp3’s and offered an unlimited texting package.
First Movie in a Theatre
This could be totally wrong, but it’s the first movie I remember going to see in theatre: Space Jam!
A quick Google search tells me Space Jam came out in 1996, meaning the first movie I truly remember seeing in theatres happened at the ripe old age of 9. Part of me is assuming that this has to be wrong. But the part of me that knows that the closest movie theatre to my hometown was about an hour’s drive away, isn’t surprised.
I went with my babysitter and her boyfriend, and he refused to sit anywhere but front row centre. I can still picture both of them, leaned back in their seats with their necks arched to see the whole screen.
First Blog Post
Phew! I’m not gonna lie, it’s pretty nice to get this first post out of the way. I’m 99% certain that my first blog post ever was a book review. The 1% that’s nagging at me is saying it could have been a weekly meme though…Regardless, I’ve rather enjoyed this new strategy – it’s funny what you forgot until you’re asked to remember.
What firsts come to mind when you think back?