How could I start telling all my first experiences, they are so many and as long, so detailed but I'll try to think back and write the more exciting and more intense emotional situations around my short 20 years of age. I will try to demonstrate the important place that has all these situations regardless of the order, provided the first will be last, with this I will prove that my firsts will always end showing the sort of person I am that value and accept the good and bad days of life.My first love date, how could it be possible to forget things so immature at that time were details so special, my first date with a guy was in a simple common place. nothing romantic, much less anything funny, it was in my own high school at recess time, an appointment of 20 min in which we share the worst sandwich of my 3 years in high school, I felt it was the best day of my life, which felt a strange feeling that my heart sped towards me and even caused a stutter some overwrought silence in me, something weird because I'm not a person or even less insecure reserved girl. That was my first love date with an 2 years older guy than me, a shaggy rocker and very high light Brown eyes, I could never forget how my grandmother usedto call him, "The Pipipi Pretty Eyes Guy  , she called like that because of the famous comedian actor who works at a truck or rather bus or " pesero  this actor often whistle and make a sound with his mouth that says like this "pipipipipi . My first fight with my parents was something incredibly humorous, for a dumb mistake made by me, I had become the girlfriend of a guy behind my parents, and I remember I had a phone withwichI send messages very often with this guy , one day after school, I was at home doing homework when suddenly I get a message from my boyfriend, when I start reading the message I got excited so much that my heart raced as never before, I had answer him so fast that by accident send the message to the cell number of my grandmother and then my mom was thereby took the phone and looked at the message and made a loud shout, that scares me so much, I didn't know what to think, I ran as fast as I could look at my mama's eyes and just felt the milestone of hair that she gave me, after that I realized something was wrong, with all the fear of world I was going or needed to asked what was happening, she just grab my grandmother's phone