I remember the first time I ever got drunk. It was memorable in a very, very good way. My chest heated up in a way I've never been able to replicate. Along with it came the first time I was ever kissed by someone. I remember the whole 45 seconds of it. I had no idea what to do with my tongue but didn't all together care.

I remember the first blow job I ever gave but I don't recall how having sex for the first time felt.

I remember the first time I consumed weed candy. It contained an entire bottle of green food coloring and lots of lemon juice. It stained my teeth and made me laugh like how I used to when I had girl friends that would be silly with me. It also made me forget most things four minutes after they happened. I don't know why I enjoy this or why I intend to do it again.

It's something different I suppose.