The first time I tasted wine was some time after tasting

The salty spray of the ocean

I can not recall my first poem;

There are too many

The very first live performance

In my memory

Made me want to start acting

I’ve stood for countless opinions, unpopular and overrated

I know a ton of people who don’t like me back

I’ve let myself down

I’ve got enough disappointment in me for the both of us

Don’t you worry now

Remember when the only reason for our being dizzy

Was all of that spinning?

I don’t think I’ll ever grow to enjoy the taste of coffee

It’s so different from liking the heat of the fire or the oven

On a cold december day

We used to pick apples

We used to be more wild

My first time overseas, my first time visiting New York City,

Boston, that place in Copenhagen;

My excitement

Summer vacations, alarming accidents

Riding a horse bareback, my first panic attack

I still haven’t baked anything from scratch

Hitting every roller coaster in the park with my dad & sleeping away from home with my friends,

When I set eyes on the sunrise over the Grand Canyon, when I learned

How to tie my own shoes and

My first time crying at school

My first fitting “I love you”