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First experiences

My First Friend Who Was a Boy

My family moved around a lot and I never had a chance to become really good friends with anyone before I would have to start…
First experiences

The First Time I Let Down My Guard

Image from http://www.weheartit.com Love and war. I finally figured out why those two words relate. I love. I am a person who loves. And I am…
First experiences

My First Love Was Books as a Child

It might come as a surprise to most people, but the first time I fell in love was with books. Yes, the binders, the covers…
First experiences, Romance

My First Kiss Was Magical

You could say that I’m a bit of a late bloomer – I got my first period later than most of my friends and my…
First experiences, Romance

The First Time My Heart Was Broken

It was a cold festival afternoon, we had just come back from walking around Village green when my Dad called me outside saying he wanted…
First experiences, Romance

My First Unpredicted Love for a Woman

The first time I saw her she was speaking at a meeting. I can’t remember anything of what she said, but something about the way…
First experiences

My First Day of Freedom After Leaving My Marriage

I slowly put down the phone after the call from my lawyer. So here I am – on my own, without someone to take care…
First experiences, Romance

My First Thoughts on Love

I’m not entirely sure that anyone can ‘pin down’ the expression of ‘being in love’ because everyone experiences it on a different level and also…
Family ties, First experiences

Living Without My Parents at University

I have a Mother and Father. Just we three. We three musketeers who face the world. Since I can remember it has really only been…
Family ties, First experiences

The First Time I Was Grateful For My Family

My family is what you would call ‘disjointed’ – to say the least. My parents divorced when I was 5 and my brother was 1.…

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