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Too hot for standing in the sun. GrandvEwe Cheese, Birches Bay. January 2013.

Sunday Stealing: The (20) First (Questions) Meme

First Job:

Being born is always a challenging task.

First Real Job:

I consider the paper rounds that I slogged through the long hot Tasmanian summers to very much be a 'real job'.

First Volunteer Job:

Can you count that time I was a Primary School House Leader? I did give up a lot of recesses...

First Car:

I still haven't got one!

First Record:

The first that I'm told that I insisted upon getting was Bright Eyes by Art Garfunkel.

First Sport Played:

If you discount running about more generally or splashing in the water, it was most likely aussie rules football.

First Concert:

I am told that I attended a John Mayall concert as a little 'un.

First Country Visited:

Besides Australia? Thailand (for about 90 minutes). Beyond that, the UK.

First Kiss:

The little girl across the road.

First Speech:

I've never been too fussed by sharing my opinion with large groups.

First Girlfriend/ Boyfriend:

Well, that really depends on one's definition. You could construct that I married her.

First Encounter with a Famous Person:

I remember an early brush with Kevin Bartlett.

First Brush with Death:

Does Kevin Bartlett count? He kind of looks like death...

First House/Flat Owned:

Our current house. I'm not certain that you could say that we 'own' it yet though...

First Film Seen at a Cinema:

I'm pretty certain that it was The Muppet Movie. I have the vaguest of memories of the part where Animal grew really big and smashed the roof off a building.

First Media Appearance (Radio, Newspaper, TV):

Unless you could those brief moments of standing in the background of some event being covered, that would be a job that I had in 2008-10 where I did a fair bit of media. Primarily radio, but a lot of newspaper and TV stuff as well. It isn't that hard, even though the topics that I was regularly commenting on could be tricky.

First Hospital Stay:

I had a hernia operation when I was about 6-months old. Other than that, I've not had an overnight stay in a hospital (unless you count when Henry and Ezra were born - we were lucky enough to get a birthing suite all to ourselves).

First Book You Remember Reading:

Cripes, I don't know. I liked Bread And Jam For Frances very much.

First Pet:

A dog named "Scruffy".

First Election You Voted In:

That would be the 1996 Tasmanian State Election. I backed up the next week and voted in the 1996 Federal Election. Lost both times, unfortunately...

Comments

Peter said…
Kris, how are you getting along without a car in Australia? (seriously)
Kris McCracken said…
It can be tricky at times, but then again, isn't that what wives/ girlfriends are for?
Peter said…
heheh. so it's not a car(e)less family after all, is it :)

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