My first blog

The firsts of everything receive our most tender, careful touch, don't they? I think it is the only time we really give our hearts without our minds interfering, truly and with abandon, without the fear of repercussions and disillusionment clouding our choices. We are ready to take a chance, to allow ourselves to become jaded all over again. The first day of school which we dreaded, that first bike that we enthusiastically cleaned till the paint wore off, the first coloring book which received all our passion, the first date for which we fretted for days about what to wear, the first time we fell in love, the first heartbreak, the first time away from home, the first car which we drove at nothing above 20 kmph for the first week, the first house whose every nook and cranny was vigilantly detailed by us, the first kid...and we let the experience with that first color our judgment forevermore. Never again does anything taste as sweet, nor remain in our memory with such clarity as that first time.