First Loves Blogest

{Apologies for the lack of images. I've had problems posting them.}

Thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh's ever fun and active braincells, today is the First Loves Blogfest! Your first movie, first music (song/band,) first book, and first person. Four loves, one blogfest! Go to Alex's link to read about lots of lovin'.

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Here are my first loves spanning the four categories:

MOVIE: Walt Disney’s The Aristocats. I wanted to be Marie, the precious girl kitty with a pink bow on her head.

MUSIC (Song/Band):  Yesterday by The Beatles. Originally released in ‘65, this was the only song I memorized on the piano. My version was rather dirge-like, as are the words. Still, it’s one of music’s best!

BOOK: James and the Giant Peach by the incomparable Roald Dahl, published in 1961. I wanted to get lost in a giant peach. I didn't need to read the book, though the story fascinated me. The peach on the cover, alone, had me mesmerized.

PEOPLE: From Sean Cassidy to Michael J. Fox

My crushes on school boys paled in comparison to my turmoil-free fantasy romances with Sean Cassidy in the 70s and Michael J. Fox in the 80s. Sean and I shared an off-the-hook chemistry. His hand slid easily into mine. And when he walked me home, well, da do ron ron. A few years down the road, my Seanie ran into some Nancy chick. They embarked on heavy-duty sleuthing, so I looked towards Alex P. Keaton. I’ll never forget that first interaction…

“Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies? Don’t be shy. The economy’s looking up. They’re only $3 for a box of six!” I harassed the young, hip Republicans as they departed from their “Down With Social Consciousness” convention. One by one, they ignored my pleas. Alex was different, though. He broke his stride to purchase three boxes of Thin Mints. Love-struck, I gradually handed over each box, inscribing my number in humongous figures on the third. He called within an hour, and an effortlessly sweet romance ensued.

Alex P. Keaton was the first and last boy for whom I switched politics. He was adorably worth it. Everybody loved him. Yet I was the lucky one. My insides melted as Alex gazed at me, breaking into song, “What would we do, baby, without us?”

Why such famed actors with great hair would pick me – well, it’s unreal.

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Happy Monday, happy dreams, happy loving!