Whoa! I am WAY behind… so today is a 3 in 1.
Day 11: Tell us about your first kiss.
Okay, when I first read this I was all, “Oh man… I can remember going to see the movie Blue Chip, holding hands with Trenton and our first kiss during the credit.” Because really, who stays to watch all of the credits anyway? No one. Unless they are waiting for their first kiss.
But rather than just those boring details, I decided to pull out the old pink diary. You know, the one that chronicles my love for pink stretch pants, skating parties and Bryan? Well, you know I wouldn’t miss writing about my first kiss in that same diary. So here is the actual (cringe-worthy) memory of my first kiss:
Well, I’m still going with Trenton (for almost 4 months!) We’ve gone to 3 movies together. On the 3rd movie we kissed! Every nite on the phone he tells me he loves me. He wants to french kiss me. I don’t know if I want to though. I mean I think I want to but I don’t really know how. Anyway, we hold hands at recess. I really like him a lot. He means so much to me. He’s such a sweetheart. For Valentine’s Day he got me a stuffed animal and a box of chocolates!
I don’t even have anything more to add about that one…
Day 12: What is your first/earliest memory?
I can remember when my brother was born. I don’t remember who I was staying with, or even having a thought about a new sibling. But, I do remember my dad getting me dressed in purple pants, and a t-shirt that had a “Cousin It” look alike on the front. I remember getting a little upset, because I knew that the combination of pants and shirt was not what mom had ever put me it. (Seriously, I had style. Even at age 3.) I can’t remember getting to the hospital, but I do remember first seeing Vic, and being a little frightened.
Sometimes I wonder if I really remember this, or if it is a story that I have heard many times before that it just became a “memory.” Either way, it’s first.
Day 13: My favorite time of the day is:
I can’t lie. Even though I had admitting this, my favorite time of the day is when I first wake up and am getting started in the morning. Don’t get me wrong, I actually hate the getting ready process. Nothing is more time wasting than taking a shower.
But, what I love about that time in the morning is how quiet and alone it is. I love that Derek is still sleeping. I love that I don’t have to talk to anyone. I love that I can think about the plans for the day. Most of my (usual) day is spent on the go; constant noise, constant movement, constant “on stage.” The morning is such a nice break from all of that. It’s good alone time.
Plus, it’s a great time to write a letter, clean the kitchen or organize my desk.