First Time
I don't know if you are like me, but I love first times.
What I love most are the thrills of the unknown. The moment when you don't yet know if something will be great, ridiculous, painful, or simply a failure. And the most practical thing is that first times are almost infinite. With a little imagination, one can continue to accumulate them for a long time.
I remember the first play I wrote, long before Vakarm. There were tight deadlines, unnecessarily complicated lines, and probably more stage directions than dialogue.
I remember my first tattoo, the pain mixed with the rather strange pleasure of becoming the canvas for a work of art. My first guitar, my difficult beginnings, and my painful fingers. The first website I built, then my discovery of HTML, CSS, and especially PHP.
I also remember my first days in a factory in a dairy, with the same repeated gestures for hours. The little lies by omission that helped me land my first job as a network administrator at a high school. My first flight, and the promise I made to myself never to spend twenty hours in a row in that kind of flying machine again.
I remember my first electric-assist bicycle, with this rather simple feeling of being on a bike, but better. My first edits in Photoshop. My first fake papers made with Paint for a friend, at a time when it seemed to me a good idea.
Not all these first times were necessarily important. Some didn't change anything. Others ended up becoming my profession, a passion, or a part of my life.
That is probably why I love them so much. You never really know which ones will remain.
My first parachute jump, for example, I still haven't done it.
I still keep some things in reserve.