Life is full of firsts: first word, first day of school, first kiss. The list goes on.
Some of life’s greatest moments are unforgettable. They’re the kind of stories you tell your kids, who go on to tell their kids, who go on to tell their kids.

And since I’ve got no kids to tell my stories to, I guess you’ll have to do…

 My first visit from the tooth fairy: To be honest, this wasn’t the first tooth to fall out – it was the first tooth I had knocked out.

  The year was 1996. My mom and I were doing the ‘butt-bump’ dance to the Quad City DJ’s newest hit “C’mon N’ Ride It (The Train).” As we were dancing it must have slipped my mom’s mind that I was about two and a half feet shorter than her, because I absorbed her next butt-bump with my face. We never found that poor, defenseless tooth.

  My first (visible) scar: This is a false memory, if I may. I’ve heard this story so many times that it’s as if I actually remember it, although I don’t.
When I was five, according to my grandma, I was running through her house and looking at a book at the same time. When I was three, according to my mom, she had told me to stop running because I was going to hurt myself. When I was four, according to my baby book, I tripped.

  But no matter where you hear – or read – the story, it always ends with me bashing my forehead on the corner of a wall. I’ve got the scar to prove it.
The point is that life is full of memorable firsts, and each one should be just as special as the last. Because one day, when you’re bouncing your grandson on your knee and telling him the stories of your life, you’ll share your favorite first with him: the story of your first true love.

  Those are the memories we live for.