Day 5: 1st Time Experiences

They’re beautiful, aren’t they?

Your mind lights up when something new happens. It’s exciting, sometimes scary, your mind goes up in flames with anxiety looking for ways to deal with it. I remember all my first (important) experiences. Some because they just can’t be forgotten, others because they happened on occasions I will always remember. Here’s a few I know many of us keep etched in our minds.

The first time I was bullied

I was 6, on a swing, some girls came to me and wanted me off. They didn’t ask nicely (I was a strong headed child) I refused to get off, they pushed me off. I fell and my face got bruised. Why I remember it, my dad took a picture of me smiling through my pain.

My first crush

We were 9, I used to play with him at school. He had the coolest shoes in class. I liked him instantly. At my little age, I knew we gelled. I changed schools a few months later and it broke my heart. It really did.

My first period

This week’s episode of The Receipts Podcast made me remember this day. I was 13. It was during my granddad’s vigil. Luckily we were at home and my mum saw the stain first. She called me to her bedroom and helped me out. I wasn’t scared, I was in an all girl’s school then. All I was thankful for was the fact that I had no pain.

The first time I got drunk

I was 15 years old! Drinking with my friends. I drank a Smirnoff Ice for the first time. It was lovely, tasted like lemonade with a hint of bitterness. The smell wasn’t pungent so it won me over. It took me 2 to get there. I went home late, my parents made noise about missing my curfew but I didn’t care. I had enjoyed my evening πŸ’πŸΎβ€β™€οΈ

My first kiss

If you’ve noticed by now, all this is in chronological order. So yes, my first kiss came late. I was 16. I was at a rugby club. It was with a guy I don’t even remember. We only talked for 3days after that. It wasn’t special, I just wanted to do it and get over with it. What? We all do it. You don’t? Alright, I’m just going to go and sit in the corner.

My first love

This one’s deep πŸ™„ Jokes! It was puppy love and I enjoyed it while it lasted.

My first time

You know which one I’m talking about. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Not getting into it, my mum reads this sometimes. Let me just say it’s a choice I made, again like my first kiss, to get out of the way. He was my friend as we had a “let’s do it” moment. It wasn’t special, it wasn’t bad, I don’t even remember the date. All I know is I was 19.

Those are just a few I can get into. The ones that will not put me back into holes I have climbed out of πŸ‘€

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