Welcome to the First Loves Blogfest. I get to talk about my first loves in the following categories: music, movie, book, and person. Some of these are easier than others for me, but they all bring back good memories.
My first great love was Richard. We must have looked ridiculous together, as he was about 6’4″ and I was 5’0″ (then and now). He was much more popular than I was, but it seemed to work as we were together for two years, and in high school, that’s like a century. Different interests, different approaches to life eventually made us drift apart, but I’ve never forgotten him, and I hope that wherever life took him, he’s doing well. I recently found our old love letters, and though there’s nothing to make me blush in them, they were still nice to find.
My first great music love was the Beatles. Before that, I casually liked different music and songs, but nothing grabbed me. It all started with “Hey Jude.” I’m sure I heard it on the radio many times before the first time I really heard it. After that, I started buying tapes and CDs. I fell in love with Revolver, Rubber Soul, and Sergeant Pepper. It would be several more years before I’d appreciate Abby Road and the White Album. To this day, there’s nothing better than a Beatles song for me.
This may be the hardest of the bunch for me, because I’m not sure I could pick just one! If I were forced to choose, at gunpoint maybe, I’d probably choose Watchers, by Dean Koontz. It’s my all time favorite book overall, and I think I read it for the first time when I was around 12. Around the same time, I also read Watership Down, by Richard Adams, so that may have been my first beloved book. Or, it could have been Jack and Jill by Louisa May Alcott. Ha! I talked about more than one book after all.
The first movie I remember really loving was The Wizard of Oz. I loved all the songs and wished that I had a friend like The Scarecrow. I can’t tell you how many times I asked my mom, “So was it a dream or was it real?” Later, after I read the book by L. Frank Baum, I remember pointing out how different the movie was and being irritated that in the movie, they imply that it could have been a dream by incorporating people into Oz from her real life. I still liked the movie after watching the book, but it wasn’t the same.
So, that’s all, folks. These are my four first loves. If you haven’t participated in the blogfest, I’d still love to hear about your “firsts” in comments.