(Note: “Five-Minute Friday” is an activity I participate in based on Kate Motaung’s blog, linked at the bottom of the page. Each week, Kate posts a one-word prompt, and people write for five minutes straight, free-write style with no editing and no over-thinking.)
I have always been the first to do things, as I have hit about every life milestone early. I was the first born child to my parents. Apparently, I walked and talked early and was an early reader. This led to me starting kindergarten when I was 4 (turned 5 that December), which meant I was one of the youngest members in my class.
I started college at 17. I remember my suitemates and I going to Sears for a roommate photo shoot and individual pics for our parents for Christmas, and they wouldn’t let me participate because I was not 18 and did not have parental consent.
Parental consent was NOT a hindrance for getting my first tattoo at age 17 – a story for another time.
I was the first of my friends to fall head-over-heels in love – at age 16 – to my now-husband. I got engaged at 19. Finished college at 20, a semester early. Got married at 21. Had my first baby at 23 and my last at 25. Bought my first house at 24. I was the first of my circle of friends to lose a parent when my dad died just after I turned 30 (though, sadly, I now have other friends who have joined the club).
Aside from that last one, I have enjoyed being the first and paving my own way, offering advice for those after me. I have done a lot of living in my 37 years.
(That’s 5:11…after a two-week break, I am rusty!)