Your turn…

Going into day five of the new year and though I was feeling a theme from the conversation questions, I am enjoying the jog down memory lane. So, on to today’s question: What was your first live concert, how old were you and who did you go with?

Oh, this is a fun one! My first live concert was seeing Prince at Norfolk Scope with my dad and I was 15 years old. It was exciting and my dad made it a grand night. Prince was one of my favorite performers and this was his first concert as an artist. Not his very first, but he was a new artist at the time. What is also cool is the fact that Prince and I have birthdays one day a part. His birthday day is img_5501June 7th and mine is June 8th. I am so blessed that I was able to see him live in concert!  Now, your turn!

Your turn…

img_5498I am not making this up, I even shake the jar to make sure the folded notes are mixed up, but I feel a theme. So, today’s question, Who was your first date, when was it and where did you go?

My first real boyfriend was a boy named Wayne in high school. But my first real date was with my college sweetheart, Earl Hill. We went to see a movie at Pembrooke Mall and Pizza Hut for dinner. I don’t remember the movie, but I remember holding hands with him as I sat in the passenger seat of his mom’s van. It was a sweet date and he was a gentleman. 😊

Your turn…

I honestly pick the questions randomly, but there seems to be bit  of a theme going on for me. Some reminiscing happening img_5485with the questions and somewhat appropriate for just ringing in the new year. Who was my first love and where and when did we meet? 

Well, my first love was a chocolate brown eyed boy with a crooked earnest smile, and wild abandon for life. He was bit of a mischief bad boy in 4th grade and I was a calmness to his wild abandon and mischievous nature. We met at Newtown Road Elementary School and were an item officially by 5th grade when he presented me the classic love note. It was complete with the question do you love me, check the box. Those of you from the 70’s remember those sweet, wished for love notes. Wish I had somehow kept my copy, it was my first one and Patrick Cleary was my first love. Ahh, the memories. Your turn…