In recognition of the New Year and the fact that there were no major disasters to report, (slow news’s day) the Toronto Star today featured a number of articles from their writing staff titled "Firsts". There were several submissions including My First Job (employment for those of you with your minds in the gutter); My First Pet; My First Condo; (I could have written that had I worked for the paper); My First Arrest (and last as it turned out); My First Kiss and of course the entire article wouldn't be complete without a writer's rendition of My First Typewriter. For those of you unfamiliar with this term, a typewriter is a device with keys that, when pressed, cause ink to be printed on paper. There is no spell check; grammar check; thesaurus; paragraph alignment; cut and paste. The only thing remotely similar to today’s word processing technology is the layout of the keys. I digress.
It got me thinking about what firsts others might write about including yours truly. I think I would write about My First Bed. Not the first time I was bedded, although that too was somewhat memorable. You see I grew up with ten brothers and sisters. As soon as my oldest brother went away to university and freed up his bed, I stopped sharing mine with three other siblings. That’s something you never forget. Especially when two of those siblings suffered from nocturnal enuresis and pull-ups were still considered exercise.
Oprah could write about My First Network; Barack Obama, My First Term in Office; Larry King, My First Seven Wives; Susan Boyle, My First Eye Brow Waxing. It goes on and on people. What would be your first?
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