Yesterday Lance and I were having our daily Dove dark chocolate and the little tin foil fortune printed inside read “Remember Your Firsts”. I got to thinking about all my firsts …
My first cassette tape (a little rectangle thing with spools of tape that you put in what’s called a “cassette player” for you young’uns) was none other than Michael Jackson’s Thriller. It was the coolest thing ever and it went perfectly with my new walkman with TWO earphone jacks. I’m pretty sure I strong armed my family and friends to jack in with me and listen. I was six. (And for those of you who’ll remember those big black glossy discs, my first record was Air Supply’s Lost In Love, and I forced the kids on the bus to hear my rendition of “All Out of Love” several dozen times, I’m sure.)
My first crush that I can remember was on a boy in the first grade named David Weaver. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and I thought he was so cool. I had my birthday party at a roller skating rink and invited David and he and I skated to the couples song. Pitter patter, my beating heart. I wore my very favorite purple shirt and he gave me a Santa Claus pin as a birthday present. I remember I also received some Strawberry Shortcake underwear and was MORTIFIED to open it in front of him. He also met up with me during the Fur Rendezvous (a big celebration in Anchorage coinciding with the Alaskan Iditarod Sled Race) and we trumped through the cold snow in our moon boots and he bought me a roach clip with purple feathers. Oh the memories…
My first kiss was with a boy named Chuck. I was in the 9th grade and during Homecoming as I was helping to decorate the freshman float, Chuck kissed me in the back of the station wagon of a friend’s mom. Not exactly the most glamorous kiss, kind of gross, startling to be sure. Not at all like I thought it would be. And then Chuck made out with another girl at the Homecoming Game and thus ended the love story of Kearsie and Chuck. I wonder whatever happened to him?
My first job (that I actually received a paycheck from complete with large chunks of money going to strange names like FICA) was with True Value Hardware. I was 16 and two blocks away from my house was a little struggling hardware store that needed an Office Assistant. I worked two days a week after school and made $5.00 an hour. I thought I was the STUFF. I worked at that job for two years and finally moved up to being a cashier. To this day I won’t shop at an Ace Hardware, because I’m still loyal to the trusty True Value name.
My first car was a 1984 Dodge Rampage in red. Here’s a picture for your viewing pleasure:
Yes, I was in perhaps the ugliest car ever made, but I loved it. Me and The Page would tear up and down the streets of Anchorage, listening to my mixed tapes in the cassette player that had no rewind button. My car was passed through several of my friends before I got my lucky hands on it. It had actually been driven through a swamp before my time with her. I bought it for $500 and I sometimes use the expression “That costs more than my first car!!”. Unfortunately, The Page got to be too old, too run down, had asthmatic type breathing, so I had to put her to sleep. Twas a very sad day. You don’t see too many Dodge Rampages on the road these days, but when I do, my heart beats for my old Page.
What were some of your firsts?