“Here’s to many more firsts and many more great memories.”
My first job was working for my dad at a drycleaning store. He didn’t own that particular store and I was all of about six or seven years old. My job was to put cardboard pant guards on wire hangers. I think I got a nickel for each batch of however many I completed. Dad later went on to own several of his own stores, where I worked, off and on, for many years.
First thing to my left:
A new CD I just purchased – One Thursday Morning in June. It is a native flute music CD created by Geri Littlejohn and it is wonderful.
Something I remember about 1st grade:
My teacher was very tall (or maybe I was just a tad short at that point in my life)
First book I ever read:
That’s a tough one. I guess it might be a school book, maybe something like “Dick & Jane”? I’d say one of the earliest books that “stuck” with me was probably the Wizard of Oz, although admittedly I find that Baum’s books always have a kind of scary element to them, especially for children.
The first thing I do in the morning:
Pretty much head straight for the shower. Shower – shave – blow dry hair – dress – out in thirty minutes or less.
First food I knew I didn’t like:
Again, another hard one as there are a lot of foods I don’t like. In general, I can say I am not a condiments person and mustard is my absolute “will not eat” food so maybe mustard. It actually makes me gag and always has.
My first memory:
Probably just living in Littleton with my parents when I was about 3ish to 4. I only have snippets – watching the 3 Stooges on television, seeing my younger brother tied to a tree in a harness (so he wouldn’t escape – he was a toddler at that point), and maybe the time the window fell on my pinky finger – the windows back then had weights and ropes and were quite heavy. Amazingly, I don’t think it broke my finger, but it hurt like heck.
I guess that’s it. Nothing really earth-shattering here today, but at least I can say I showed up.