ive been thinking about firsts. first tooth. first cycle. first best friend. first love. first heartbreak. the book has a collection of stories of firsts. of bad first memories of people who later turned into your best friends or great first memories which then turned sour. and as i read through it, i noticed again how we so measure how far we are in life by our firsts. we laugh at them, holding them close, cherishing them, and yet feeling relieved that we are now beyond somehow, onto the bigger and better.
i dedicate this post to my first car, which i bought 5 years ago today, fresh out of college and oozing with the high of what was going to mark my first step into being my very own person.