Your first "place" - whether it was an apartment, dorm room, or home with a new spouse, the first place where you really felt like a grown-up: Well it wasn't the first place I paid rent at but I think it feels like my first "real" place because it was the first place I went apart from a temporary residence for the school year. A bachelor apartment just a few blocks from where I was working at the time. And as it happens, I was going through old pictures last night and found some pictures of it:
Your first job in your field of endeavor (so, not babysitting, unless you are A Professional Babysitter today): How does one define the first job in ministry? My first charge? My first internship? My work at Kids Kottage (which would match the apartment answer above)? All possibles but I am going with my work at Camp Maskepetoon. My first summer on staff there was 1989. And arguably without going there I would not be here now.
Your first time hosting. Again, construed broadly, this could be a dinner for the in-laws, your first time to have guests for a holiday meal, etc. During my first year at seminary our class developed a pattern of taking turns hosting class gatherings. There were 3 of us who lived in basemen suites that had no space for hosting such a gathering. And so we compromised. We "borrowed" the home of one classmate and we provided the wine and cheese for the gathering as the official hosts.
Your first love.That can be a person or something else!! I am going with not my first love but my first crush. I was in grade 4, her name was Evelyn, we had been classmates since grade 1. And I thought she was great.