First movie: Before the hot vampires and slayers came around, I wanted to be an adventurer. Who didn't want to be Indiana Jones? Raiders of the Lost Ark. Classic pulp adventure. The closest I've ever become to my dream is living in Indiana. (The Fox and the Hound comes in a very close second. The only film to ever make me cry in a movie theatre.)
First song: When I was a little girl, I love to go to my grandparents' house and turn on their old record player. I'd put on the huge headphones and play my favorite song, singing it at the top of my lungs. "Cecilia" by Simon and Garfunkel. I don't know why this song resonated with me, but it still affects something deep down within me.
First book: I want to say so many books for this, but if I'm going to be true to my very first, I'll have to go back to my early childhood. I loved Dr. Seuss and the classic fairy tales, but the one book I kept long after I left childhood behind was The Poky Little Puppy. I identified with that little puppy. That was me! I don't have the book any more, but I need to find a copy to give to my son.
First person: I had a crush on a boy in grade four. (He will remain unnamed here.) I lent him my Merlin, and he broke it. I was furious. I didn't talk to him again after that. I was heartbroken and thought about him for years afterward, but I only had myself to blame for I chose not to talk to him any more. (Yes, I know, not romantic at all. In fact, I have absolutely no romantic stories about love. Perhaps that's why I write it!)
