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July 08, 2003
30 Firsts
First bike: I was 4 years old. I had the trainer wheels, I had the push start, I had a cool blue bike with streamers from the handlebars - I crashed into the closest tree. Still have the scar to prove it.
First Best friend: Stuart Webber. We were 4. He was going to be a builder, so he could build us a house so that we could live together forever. Strangely, he's now studying to become an architect!
First Pet: Taffy. Golden Labrador. She saved my life more times that I care to remember. I was a dumb kid with a genius for a pet.
First real memory of something: I was around 3 y/o. I was playing on the monkey bars and fell off!! No surprises, really.
First car: "Rusty Racer". Otherwise known as the 'deathtrap'. Was so rusty that the rain leaked onto me while I drove.
First car crash: I haven't ever crashed my car. I was, however, driving along with Rachy when our back wheel overtook us... Wheel bearings decided they didn't like working anymore. I couldn't stop laughing, even as we veered off the road and into a field.
First Car Fine: Uh, I think it was around 1999. I was going to the dentist, and I was about 3 minutes late for my parking ticket... Bastard nazi parking officers!!!
First crush: Nathan Vincent. Grade 4. Tragically, he had a crush on my best friend at the time. Unrequited love... *sigh* I was devastated! *hehehe*
First kiss: Hardy. Never should have happened, but such is life. I think somebody took photos, too, just to kick my ego when it was down. Bastards.
First partner: Darce. Uni thing.
First date: Sadly enough, it was with Darce. It was our 2nd year anniversary. I wasn't much of a dater then. Still not.
First break-up: Creighton. I had to break up with him twice, as he didn't believe me the first time. The dude spoke 5 words an hour, on high speed...
First love: I used to think it was Darce. Or computers. I keep redefining what "love" means, as I keep falling further and further in love with Grant.
First enemy: Kate Something. She was in my Grade 7 class, and she made my life a living hell. I was the nerd, she was the rebel without a clue.
I saw her a few years ago while I was down in Melbourne visiting family. She was working in a shitty clothing shop. I was dressed like an executive with a mission, while out with my younger cousin Becky. Becks (cutest kid in the world) could have been mistaken for my daughter. I gave Kate a smug look, gave Becky a cuddle, and stalked out of her shop like a prized bitch!!!
It didn't prove anything, but made me feel better. She probably didn't recognise me without braces, anyway.
First job: Ice-cream scooper - Big Pineapple. Can still make a mean parfait.
First screen name: "weird_smurf". I had it for about 40 minutes on an IRC channel. Since then, I've been known as "Spack" "Jac" "JacquiSpack" "Doyle" and "PniX"
First MP3: "Torn" - Natalie Imbruglia. Matty and I listened to it about a million times. Whenever I hear it now, I still think of D22 (Matty's old room) and the excitement of hearing 'free music' for the first time.
First online-only friend: Would have been "Atlas Guardian", who I still keep in contact with after 8 years.
First computer: Amiga 500. Had a 'desktop' WAY before 'windows' was ever heard of...
First Home: 6 Hill Court. I don't remember much of it, but I do remember climbing the fence and trees and getting splinters in my chin. Tomboy, who?
First independent home: I don't actually own my own home, but the first time I lived alone would be where I'm living now: Harrow, London.
First house/flat: Lived in Concannon College for 3 years while I lived at Uni. I'm not sure if that counts, as I was living with 25 other students...
First credit card: Heritage Building Society. It's used mainly for online purchases, as I think the idea of credit is trouble waiting to happen.
First time on an aeroplane: I cant remember it. I was 3 years old, travelling around the UK with my mum, and my Nana Doyle. I had to travel with "Humphrey" the bear, my first (and ugliest) teddy bear.
First independent holiday: When I was 19. I went to Cairns with my cousin Philippa and her mate Kate. We all stayed in a dodgy hotel and spent a few days lying on the beach like sloths.
First visit to the hospital: Mum used to work in one, so I was there all the time. First serious medical visit was when I burnt myself and was rushed to the ER.
First drink: Christian's party. Mum was on a conference, so I was home alone. Hides and I managed to make a total wreck of ourselves. She spewed green noodles. I went swimming fully clothed. But I still maintain that I could swim better than I could walk...
First Hangover: Day after Christians party. I had to ring my mummy and tell her that I was hungover. She laughed her head off.
First Wedding: I cant really remember any before it, so I guess it was Lindy and Colins. I didn't understand why everybody started crying for no reason.
First Funeral: Granddad Brian. He died in '98. He used to eat my red smarties. He taught me to say "My granddad is a handsome devil" while I was learning to talk. When I told him that Stuart had given me $0.10 to be his girlfriend, he gave me $0.20 and asked me to reconsider! I was 4. He cried when he saw my high school formal photos. I cried while speaking at his funeral.
I miss him heaps.
Posted by Jacqui at July 8, 2003 12:30 PM
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