Firsts
There’s something special about firsts.
I remember the first time I saw snow.
I remember my first horse show.
I remember the first book I read.
I remember the first time I rode a bike without training wheels.
I remember my first best friend.
I remember the first time my pony soulmate (may he rest in peace) touched my palm with his muzzle.
I remember my first crush.
I remember my first period.
I remember the first time I went to New York City.
I remember my first kiss.
I certainly remember the first time I drove a stick shift.
I remember the first time I made love.
I remember my first heartbreak.
I remember the first time I tried scotch.
I remember my first day of college.
I remember the first time I jumped off a cliff into water 30 feet below.
I remember the first time I realized that sometimes love isn’t enough.
I remember the first time I truly felt that we are all one.