My first car was a Firebird. It was in need of a lot of TLC. Thankfully my dad is a genius and can fix anything.
FYI: That's my silly little brother...who is not so little anymore.
The first concert I attended was an O-Town concert. They are also the first and only famous people I have ever met. Does anyone even remember O-Town?
The first best friends I remember having were Emily and Shannon in Mississippi.
The first holiday memory I have is of sitting in my Grandma Voet's basement with all my cousins waiting to open presents at Christmas time. I know I got something for my barbies...and I think I broke it.
Our first family photo...
The first movie I was afraid of was The Never Ending Story.
The first memory I have of my mom is sitting in the bathroom during a storm while she read books to keep us calm.
The first memory I have of my dad is getting in trouble for playing with these elastic strap things that kept his Air Force BDU pants tucked into his boots. I liked to put them in my barbie doll's hair =)
The first BIG move I made was to Germany. I was newly married and my husband was deployed. I thought, "Oh, move to a foreign country alone? Piece of cake!" NOT. I flew back home 3 weeks later. I went back to Germany a few weeks before my husband was scheduled to be there. I made some AMAZING friends and fell in love with my life there.
And this has been my FIRST blog post =)