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This thread, overall, is just about you remembering the first time something happened, and what it meant to you.
The first time I heard the 1812 Overture was in Tiny Toons. Every time the beats where the cannons usually go off, an anvil fell on Plucky's head. Every time I hear that song, I always picture some poor fool being smacked on those two beats, or, in the very least, dynamite explosions.
The first time I heard Pachelbel's Canon was in Father of the Bride (coincidentally enough, it was my first Steve Martin film). I was about 8 at the time. The song has always represented to me a warm joy after a long held onto pain.
The first time I saw my wife was at the Atlanta Airport, underneath a giant dinosaur, talking with Olivet's husband and Ben. She was wearing a blue sweater and jeans, and smiled that smile of her's that only she has. It was the friday before Martin Luther King Jr's BirthDay- 2004. At the time I had held in my hand a piece of paper with her cell phone on it (I had just called her from a cell phone to see where she was). I couldn't stop smiling- but then again, I never tried to stop.
The first time I watched a Star Trek episode was part 2 of The Best of Both Worlds, for Next Generations, season 4 premeir. My dad was so enthusiastic about it, since he had waited in between seasons to watch it, that I picked up that enthusiasm as well, even though I had no idea who these characters were
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The first time I flew a plane was when I was 14. I felt so free, like I could go anywhere. I also felt very much like an adult with a great amount of responsibility, despite the presence of the actual pilot sitting next to me who was ready to take over if I pointed the plane at the ground.
The first time I visited a college, I ended up pulling a paralyzed man out of the water at a beach. I think it was an accurate introduction to collegiate life.
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