Monday, May 14, 2012
Today is the First Loves Blogfest! Your first movie, first music (song/band,) first book, and first person. Four loves, one blogfest! This blogfest is brought to us by Super Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh
First Movie - Do I have to choose? It's a tie for me. The first two movies I remember seeing on screen, and I loved both of them.
Star Wars - Loved this movie from the opening moments to the very end, and for all the time from then until now. It's a classic. The princess gets to blast her way to safety, instead of fainting (I'm so thankful for that role model), Han is a loveable scoundrel, Luke is the perfect wannabe hero longing for adventure. And, you guessed it, at age 5 and 3/4 I had a crush on Luke Skywalker too. I turned six that summer, and I begged my parents to see it just one more time. (and yes, as my husband says, I have a memory like an elephant - of course, I wonder, do elephants really remember all that well?)
First Song/Band - this category is even harder for me! Do we count "The Bare Necessities" that I played relentlessly over and over on a tiny record player as a kid, and then the Peter Pan soundtrack? or do we fast forward to my first crushing on Rick Springfield, and the Duran Duran drummer? Not sure. I also really liked "Oh, What A Beautiful Morning" from Oklahoma for singing around the house from age 10 until, well, now - once I'm actually awake in the morning, I love to make fun of the even later risers - I mean, who gets up after me - other than my kids. I don't have favorite types of music, I just have favorite songs, and musicians.
First Book - I'm just going to give you a list: Where the Wild Things Are - the most awesome book of my early childhood (and it goes with the whole Peter Pan flying off to adventure thing), The Hungry Caterpillar (also very early childhood and I loved the artwork), my first Children's Bible, and a Nursery Rhyme book, the OZ books, then all the Narnia books, the Hobbit, a bunch of Xanth novels that I don't like much anymore, and Ender's Game.
First person - ooh, hot water here. My hubster got mildly, and mostly teasingly, green over my "Oh, Those High School Dances" post last week.
Hmm. If Peter Pan and Luke Skywalker don't count, I would have to say, a boy name Ricky who lived down the street from me in kindergarten . . .and then he moved away and gave me his favorite shirt, which I wore until it fell apart. I think that was the height over our romance. No kindergarten kisses or anything like that. I also had a crush on a guy six years older than me near that time . . . can you imagine a 5 year old chasing after an 11 year old? Crazy. He politely and nicely told me that I was too young for him - after I sneak attacked and tried to kiss him.
Anyway, after those two experiences, I kept my crushes to myself until . . .late high school. Literally, I didn't tell more than one or two people about the guys that I crushed on until way later, because I didn't really want them to know. I was too shy, and didn't want my heart broken again . . . which is hysterically funny now . . . I don't think my kindergarten heartbreaks were really as serious as I thought they were.
So, who were your first loves?
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100 Days of Revision, Day 14 Update
Yesterday I only managed to wade through 300 words because my Mother's Day was too awesome . . .well, that's my excuse anyway. Today I haven't had a chance yet . . .and won't until my kids are in dance class tonight. I will make progress today, of some kind, I just don't know how much yet.