The first poster to ever grace my bedroom walls....Shaun Cassidy. Hey Deanie was my favorite song and I thought he was the cutest boy I'd ever seen.
And then my fickle heart lost interest in Shaun because there was a new boy in my life.
I fell hard for Michael Jackson...and his poster replaced Shaun on my wall.
I borrowed this list of firsts from Jennifer at Playgroups are No Place for Children....with her permission.
First memory: Watching Mighty Mouse in a little contraption at the grocery store.
First dog: Smokey....I was two and I called him F*cky.
First memory of being jealous: When Bobbi was born and my parents left me with their friends so my Mom could be alone with her. Broke. My. Heart.
First time attending Sunday School: I went to a Lutheran Sunday School when I was 5 years old. I told them my name was Connie Oldham (instead of Olson) and that it was my birthday every single week.
First roller coaster ride: Twister at Eliches in Denver
First time being mistaken for a boy: Mom cut my long, long hair (it was to my waist) when I was 5 years old....I was such a tomboy that I looked just like a boy.
First huge disappointment: Not making Cheerleading in 8th grade. I practiced for weeks!!
First big family vacation: Disney Land when I was 12.
First stay in the hospital: Had tonsils out when I was 10.
First car: 1976 Red Vega Stationwagon....I could fit 5 girlfriends in it.
First job: Burger King when I was 16.