A member of this wonderful SOL community, Fran Haley, wrote about how she helps writers of all ages write about their own first time experiences (see https://litbitsandpieces.com/2018/03/30/first-times/ ). Thanks to Fran, I now have an idea for tonight’s post. Now that we’re down to the end of the month, I am running out of ideas…at least for now…so I was grateful for Fran’s help! Of course, now I realize that each of these ‘first times’ is a story waiting to be told.
The first time I saw my parents hold hands,
I knew something had to be wrong.
The first time I was allowed to stay home alone,
I hid in my closet with a bb gun.
The first time I met my daughter,
I just stared at her.
The first time I had to stand on my own two feet as an adult,
I did it…a little wobbly at first…but I did it.
The first time I met my son,
he gave me flowers.
The first time I drove to Florida,
I took the wrong road and drove 2 hours off course.
The first time I got flowers from someone other than my dad,
I felt surprisingly special.
The first time I wrote for the SOLC,
I was a nervous wreck.
What a hodgepodge of firsts! I’m tempted to reorganize them, but instead, I think I’ll use them for the Tuesday SOL posts that I want to start as yet another “first”.