Wednesday, January 25, 2006

A List of Firsts

First job I ever had: Bus Boy/Waiter at a restaurant called The Bank.
First kiss: Girl (who shall remain nameless to protect the innocent) in the entryway of her house. I was 16 and she was 15.
First trip I remember: My father worked as a counselor at a boys ranch and every year we went somewhere in the U.S. to a NAHB convention. One year we went to San Angelo, TX in the middle of the summer without any air conditioning in our van. We kept dunking our shirts in ice water and then hanging out the window to cool off.
First birth of one of my children: I was so glad that Touchdown was mine 'cause the other kid in the baby room at the hospital was so ugly.
First Time on Foreign Soil: On one of the boy's home trips we went to Minot, N. Dakota and on the way back to Rupert, Idaho we made a little side journey to Lethbridge, Alberta. I remember thinking the girls were so blonde in Canada. I liked them a lot. I played penny poker with my brother and this kid named Shawn Bubb all the way there and back.
First Car: I know that I have mentioned this before on the blog, but the first car I ever drove was an AMC Gremlin circa 1973. It was red and had a racing stripe on it. It was pretty gutted out when I received it, but it functioned and was easy to drive. I am actually quite proud of my little car. I then upgraded to a red Ford Escort. I was so cool.
First Grade Teacher: Miss Murphy. I had such a crush on her I can't even tell you all. She may have been married but I think of her as being single (my memory is a bit hazy on this point). I remember that she was so kind and so friendly and told me I was very smart. She was the ultimate woman. She had long pretty brown hair and her smile was super-duper pretty. I am blushing as I type this.
First Full-Blown Crush: Dorothy Hamill. The hair cut. The nice athletic gams. The sweet, sexy voice. Yeah, I was pretty impressed as a seven-year old. She was a lot like Miss Murphy.
First Trip to the Emergency Room: I was six or seven years old and I was jumping off some playground equipment into my Father's arms at a park right on the Snake River. I was up pretty high and my father got tired of catching me. I still wanted to jump, so I asked if I could jump without him there to catch me. He said sure. I did. I broke my arm. Parents didn't believe I was hurt that bad. Parents didn't take me to emergency room for a couple of days. Nice one, Wizard.
First Fright: The monster in my closet. I was sure he was there. Late at night when I couldn't go to sleep, I would imagine him in my closet just peeking out to check on me and wait for me to go to sleep so he could pounce. I still don't like him.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Let me add to your list. First Daughter to be named athlete of the week by the local newspaper. Hurray Syd. First child to be born into the Wizard's family. First child of the Wizard's to get spanked. Not only must you deal with the firsts, but you were the last child of the Wizards to get married....hated to remind you. Have a good day.......

11:50 AM  
Blogger Marie said...

I walked around with a broken wrist for at least a day when I was 5 years old. The x-ray tech scolded my mother for waiting to bring me in. As if she didn't feel bad enough!

Dorothy Hamill huh? That hair!!!?? I gave all my Barbie dolls that hair cut.

8:58 AM  
Blogger Lucy Stern said...

I was the first to go into the deep water, but the last to dive off the diving board.

12:20 PM  

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