Ode to My Firsts

First Times

Firsts are as old as the beginning of time. God created the Heavens and the Earth and afterwards He looked over the surface and created Light. He called the Light Day and the Darkness was called Night, and that was the First day.

Well, a little less majestic is my personal collection of Firsts. They might not be equal to the birth of the Earth or the launch of religion, but they will always live in my memory as firsts.

  1. The first man I ever loved was my father. I loved everything from his natural masculine scent to the way he never missed making Christmas eggnog from scratch.
  2. The first time I ever touched a gun, I felt like power, death, control and fear all rolled into one chaotic emotion. I remember never wanting to touch it again, yet a few years later I joined the service and lugged one around for five years. Funny, how life turns out.
  3. Speaking of the Army, I still get goose bumps recalling the First time I was called “ma’am” in front of my battalion. The weight of that one syllable word rang like liberty through my body because I knew I had earned the respect of my soldiers.
  4. The First time I looked into my newborn daughter’s eyes subdued my heart. There are no words to describe the miracle of birth. All I can say is its one thing to feel movement inside your belly for months, but another to witness life where there was none.
  5. Unfortunately, there are some First’s that I wish to strike down from my memory, like pushing the delete button on a keyboard. But they too will always remain. Like the First time someone called me the N word. I was so confused. I looked around wondering who they were talking to before I realized it was me. I should have rained terror down on them, but I was so embarrassed that I was so naive.
  6. On a lighter note, I remember very well the First time I ate chitlins at someone else’s house. For those of you who don’t know what chitlins are please Google them, but for those of you who do know what they are, you also know that you can’t eat just anybody’s chitlins. I didn’t know that rule until then. That mess in my mouth was so foul that it immediately became a Life Lesson never to be forgotten. “Never eat anybody’s chitlins. I must trust the cook explicitly before that delicacy ever crosses my lips.”

Please feel free to share your firsts on your own blog

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Oh and no chitlins, please…

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About shondabrock

I'm a southern in my heart and a northern in my soul. I've had a few bad wines, but for the most part I've enjoyed enough good wines that it makes up for the few bad bottles. I enjoy writing, but more than writing itself, I love telling a good story, taking my reader off on an adventure starting with "What If"…. I'm a sucker for the Paranormal Romance genre. To me, its nice to be released from "What Is Expected" and believe for 250 pages in "What If's". Its like a vacation with out passports, waiting in line and an expensive credit card bill when you return home. An additional note: I've started another blog page for Home Care. I know the two are unrelated, but in my world they are. My paying job is 100% dedicated to Home Care and educating families on their new journey. One of my favorite quotes, I leave with all of my clients. "One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." - by Henry Miller Please Enjoy, but more importantly Stay Inspired…
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