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[enamoured]

Earlier today I was reading psychotherapy and found this article, which talks about how we tend to remember first experiences with more clarity. It's made me think about some of my firsts--the obvious ones and the ones I remember but don't always list as biggies.

Like, my first concert was the Backstreet Boys on September 6, 1998 at the former Walnut Creek Amphitheater in Raleigh, North Carolina, and I can even remember what I wore to it (black corduroy overalls, a white BOSS t-shirt, black Airwalks, and for some reason one of my dad's camouflage caps). I can still remember that day pretty well, but ask me about what I wore when I saw Duran Duran in 2005, and I don't remember. I don't remember the names of a bunch of my professors from college but I remember Ms. Neidenbach, my kindergarten teacher and Ms. Gloria and Ms. Crystal, my pre-k teachers. I still have vivid memories of my first school dance (I wore the same overalls that I wore to the BSB concert to that dance, actually) and I can't remember my first real crush on a boy at school, but I do remember Tommy, the red-haired boy I was in love with in first grade. I don't remember my first day of college in detail, but I remember my last day of high school.

So, what do you remember really well?

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[precioustears.livejournal.com]

It is quite the possibility that we were at the same Backstreet Boys concert. But I can't remember if I went to Raleigh or Charlotte.

I don't remember actual detail of anything (like what I wore, etc), but I remember events. I remember nap times at day care, freaking my kindergarten teacher out by reading "Teacher's Lounge" off the door, moving from High Point to Thomasville, and taking driver's ed.

[silver-mage.livejournal.com]

My clearest memory is just of the first time I went on the subway by myself. I had a student MetroCard and wanted to blow off school. I was also in J.H.S. and my parents were always very restrictive. So I decided to blow it off.

I wore glasses then. I've outgrown my clothes. Had a reversible windbreaker on. It was cold. I kept my school backpack with me, but I didn't have books in it. Only a thin notebook so I could sit somewhere and write.

The reason I remember it so clearly is because that was the first time I felt free.

[quidditchkiss.livejournal.com]

I remember my last day of high school, too. I remember every emotion, what I wore, how fucking happy I was to being leaving that place and moving to North Carolina. I remember saying goodbye to my best friend, Latrina, and how we promised to keep in touch. I remember being so upset to have to say goodbye to her because I felt like I was losing my rock in a hard place, and that I wouldn't have that anymore (oh how life hands you great surprises). I remember going to my friend's grad party afterward; her name's Becky, too.

I could not tell you anything from my first day at college. lmao