The first time I kissed a girl.
The first time I sang onstage in a for-serious way.
The last time I saw my grandmother.
The first day of college.
The first time I touched a boob.
The twelfth time I drove across the Walt Whitman Bridge.
The day I got my license and drove by myself.
The second time I touched a boob.
The cold dark day when I realized I could never be a robot. Oh, October 8, 2007!
The only time I let Freddy Hiccups cut my hair.
These are MEMORIES