Recently, I took a writing class about finding your voice. Mostly, I took it not because I needed to find my “voice”, but rather to force me to really get serious and write. One assignment was about firsts in our lives, e.g. first kiss, first love, first…You get the idea. It was difficult for me because suddenly I realized I neither remembered nor even cared much about firsts. My response to the assignment is this.
Memories of the future.
These are the memories that matter,
These and memories of the present.
Bold, fearless, fun, beautiful, wild,
Dancing, singing, writing, loving, laughing
memories now and tomorrow.
The past—gone, dead.
Fly free and clean!!
I don’t remember many firsts. First dance, first communion, first love, first hand holding, first lie, first kiss. Nothing. I am not all that fond of kissing anyway. I do remember first sex as a rather boring disappointment. Good sex requires experience.
I have never been lost in my life. I have never thought I really might die, not soon, but when I do I would rather die by puma than in a car wreck.