Summer Always Was a Time for Firsts

Because I could.
Because I wanted to.
Because I had no say in the matter.
Because I believe in magic.
All of the above.

The first time I held my breath underwater
because I put it off until the last moment
and not until there was no more time, 
was there enough courage.

The first time I jumped off the high dive at Crystal Lake
because my cousin Nancy knew that I could
and Nancy was brave and bold
and always right about life.

The first time I fell in love at first sight
because I trusted a feeling,
like electricity
igniting an unspoken connection.

The first skinny dip.
Oddly, much like falling in love at first sight.

The first kiss.