Special Firsts

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Enjoy the firsts before the seconds are spoiled. 
The taste of the firsts are what we store in our memory cupboards. Anything done for the first time knows no experience, there's a reason its called the first time, its special and the start of the experiences we are going to have. 
Enjoy the first time of anything and everything before you get the taste that spoils the second and more to come. But you will never know whether you first was the best or the worst until the second, third or more. But what you do know is that is your first is as unknown as the mystery of Bermuda triangle. 
Enjoy the firsts when you have the time to, or maybe even the seconds and the others because there is a whole world out there grabbing any and every opportunity they get to destroy theirs and others' firsts. 

              Firsts are special, cherish them and store them in the happy cupboards of your mind.

                                                                  Happy Firsts!!!
 

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